Dreams

Among the many, I am but one.

My voice, though it is strong, is not loud. I am not heard.

Young and naive, they say, all for believing in dreams.

Perhaps, they say, I should grow up. But I wonder,

Haven’t they ever dreamed before?

Ever wanted so much more; something to strive for?

Lonely is what they seem to be without their dreams.

Perhaps I have been asked to grow up too soon,

So I shall try to speak louder.