Hold fast to dreams, <br />For if dreams die, <br />Life is a broken winged bird, <br />That cannot fly. <br /> <br />Hold fast to dreams, <br />For when dreams go, <br />Life is a barren field, <br />Frozen with snow. <br /> <br />Hold fast to dreams, <br />For when dreams fade, <br />Life is like an abandoned ship, <br />Forsaken in the middle of a tidal ocean without a captain. <br /> <br />Hold fast to dreams, <br />For when dreams slips away, <br />Life becomes a falling leaf, <br />From a tree in an autumn morning, <br />That sways from one point to another. <br /> <br />Hold fast to dreams, <br />For when your dreams ends, <br />You are only but a wandering ghoul, <br />Stocked between the boundaries of life and death. <br /> <br />Hold fast to dreams, <br />For when dreams are no more, <br />Life is nothing but a hopeless and rootless journey, <br />Engrossed with agony and sorrow. <br /> <br />My name is the weeping poet, <br />My tears are my honor, <br />I write not to be assessed by mortals, <br />I write not to be compared by any other poet, <br />I spill my heart on the altar of words, <br />Bursting the ordinances that tie the works of art to critics.<br /><br />Livinus weeping poet Okechukwu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hold-fast-to-dreams-2/
