I pulled out an old notebook
To see what I could read
And down on its pages
Were dreams written by me
How old was this notebook?
It doesn’t have a date
But the dreams, I do believe
Still ring true today
What’s it say if a notebook
Holds dreams that still ring true
Is it a purpose or a guidance?
Something you were meant to do?
Yet, years stretch the notebook
Some words are faded and gone
Is there a deeper meaning
When a dream takes so long?
Reality makes it’s way in
And tells you its through
There’s no point in trying further
Your dreams die inside of you
What does it mean
To still yearn for a dream?
It is selfishness?
Or a greater scheme?
And what happens when
The world gets in the way?
Kills your dreams
And takes them away?
Yet, still
On an old notebook
To remind you its there
The dream still whispers
To let you know it still cares.
nikki diekemper 