The ultimate Invasion

Just freeverse... felt I had to write this for a while now

The ultimate Invasion

At six I was fixated on greatness
I thought to be a pilot, an engineer, a musician, an athlete, a doctor
In college, I'd be the all star
My imagination was the film of reality and my mind, the projector
The dreams were beyond me
Success was a certainty
Not a maybe
Imagination was the cushion on which my callous reality was put to rest

Fast forward to twelve
The pilot is checked into a shelf
On greatness,my mind isn't as fixed
As it was at six
Reality is creeping out of the fantasy
I met geography
Ok seriously
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes of my delusions
Reality emerged. It was contrary to my premeditated vision of establishing a path to the ultimate destination
I started getting succumbed by thoughts of settling for average
My dreams of being erudite and high were substituted for simply getting by.

Alas I'm eighteen
Twelve years have been
Since I had those naive dreams
Doctor, engineer, pilot, scholar
I've come to learn things aren't as they seem
And college, that's now a fading dream
Forget the concept of "thrive"
I'm now simply trying to survive
My six year old self would probably be ashamed
Yet there is no one to blame
The wrath of reality is upon me
It's finally defeated my imagination
It's finally taken over my mind
The ultimate invasion

They say "you're your experiences"
To me there is nothing more soul drowning than this statement.
Coz if so, then I'm disappointment ,
I'm failure, I'm the stop sign at the pavement, because like the sign I've brought my aspirations to a halt. I'm unachieved dreams, I'm dead visions. I'm the first slice of bread from the loaf that experiences rejection.

I'm a subject
A subject of the ultimate invasion.

Lumumba Adam
© 2018