Chasing The Dream Like The Breeze Poem by Wilfred Mellers

Chasing The Dream Like The Breeze
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Sunday, November 7,2010 @ 12: 32 PM

I once had a dream that fell apart and broke my heart. The next day I had another dream, but that too went astray. I dreamed of another one that ended before it had even begun. Dreams are like shattered glass from my past; moments never seem to last.

Luck swept out the door too soon, for the rains are like monsoons. Straws blow in the wind and I never experienced much of that tender touch. I feel lost in space, as the rat race continues. I seek peace of mind, long left behind, its luster no longer shines.

The glory days are gone, and now comes the dawn. My movements are not particularly smart, but I need to stay in tune with the beat of my heart. The days grow harder as I chase my dreams, which once seemed clear, but now vanished into thin air.

Caught midstream, I float from one extreme to another. In turmoil, I realize that things were never as they seemed. Down goes my self-esteem because sadly, it was all just a dream. In my head, I scream because all the rivers I swam seemed to flow upstream.

I gave it all I had, yet I never reached the top. The struggles I no longer overcome, for the air is just too thin. Words spoken carelessly are like mice squeaking. The mystique is lost; now, all angles appear oblique.

I am not the one hiding in dark alleys, always turning the other cheek, rarely finding what I seek. My lucky streak ended before I could take a peek. My soul does not reek like a bleak pipsqueak.

Metamorphosis is not my nature; I could certainly use a tweak. Some consider me an antique, claiming my hands are weak. They critique and never understand the technique. I am meek yet unique in what I choose to speak.