aspirations

can't you see?

The evasive lucid dreams of the youth,

fading with no trace,

as if their merely a wisp.

a figment of imagination.

aspirations don't stay.

shut down by the disapproval of peers.

"you won't make enough that way."

"you've to be a doctor or lawyer."

"your dreams don't matter."

why do I have to waste my life,

doing something I hate;

sure, bills will be paid.

but it won't be a life of fulfillment.

will it?