Big dreams <br />and fallen schemes <br />surround me <br />from all angles. <br />I breathe in possibilities <br />and exhale <br />lost hopes. <br />Record deals <br />never last <br />and writers <br />never get paid <br />or even published. <br />The practicer <br />of many talents, <br />and yet <br />the master of none. <br />Writing about <br />love or passion <br />does not <br />feed the hungry. <br />It does not <br />make a hero <br />or a celebrity. <br />I am left <br />with characters; <br />drowning <br />in Bohemia.<br /><br />Samantha Bursich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drowning-in-bohemia/
