Hopeless Dreaming

Being a dreamer can be helpful, or bring you hope where there is none. For me its the latter.

To be a dreamer, it all depends on your birth status if it’s a gift or a curse.

When your poor, all it does is put your head in the clouds, give you hope where there is too little.

And when you finally bring yourself down from the sky, you lose all hope you’ll ever get anywhere.

Others say “Just work hard and you’ll make it”, but that’s not always true.

My parents have always worked so hard only to come home, exhausted and in pain, struggling to buy groceries.

Yet some at the top are at home almost all day, making a thousand dollars a minute.

Truthfully, it is mainly about luck if you make it or not.

And it doesn’t seem like I’m very lucky.

My dreams aren’t even that crazy honestly, just a nice small one person house, the career I wish, and a nice living zone with just a few friends.

But it seems impossible every time I look at the price of something, see the percentages, and look on the news.

When I was younger, a teenager, I didn’t work after my 1st job cause I wanted to focus on school, which seems like a good idea at the time.

Now I’m wondering if that’ll be the reason I never stop working a dead end job.

Or would doing that have just been useless in the end?

Is my luck enough to get anywhere in life?

I don’t miss school.

I don’t miss class.

But I do miss the daydreams I could allow myself to have, looking to the stars excited for what the future would be.

Now, all I can do is hope, and hope, and hope desperately, for at least 1% of my dreams to come true.