Maybe you don’t care about these silly poems

Or these dramatic lies

Maybe I am wrong to think words can take me somewhere

Maybe I should fall in line.

Maybe real life shouldn’t be like the movies

Or some star-lit night.

Maybe days should turn into weeks

And then weeks into years

At a rate so fast, you can hardly believe your eyes.

Maybe hearts should have numbered-beats

And they should learn to expect average treatment.

Maybe dreamers

Or creative minds

Should learn to tie ties, and pick out an appropriate pant-suit.

Maybe life really is just one big circle,

And we are just one of the billions of specks in the midst of it.

Maybe adventure is limited

And ordinary is the new extraordinary.

And yet somehow I refuse to accept these phrases,

I refuse to live a life without drama, or wonder, or widely different scenes

And, foolish as I am, I refuse to let go of my dream.

So where does this world leave someone like me?

I suppose I’ll hold onto my passion

And let it guide me.

And even if I fail

I’ll learn to accept defeat.

In the reassurance that I did my very best

For me.