What are the frames like
surrounding your dreams?
Is everything separate,
preventing thoughts from straying one to another?
Rigid uniformity, same shape, same style
down to the wire used to string them up.
Do you ever take them down, remove the frames completely,
throw the thin sheeting into the air
and see what part of you it settles next to?
What if it strayed into your motivation,
urged you to want it, achieve it,
regardless of whether it would be deemed proper,
respectable, useful to society?
I see the struggle behind your eyes as you think
how to answer, your want for freedom
fighting with your self-restraint, trained
from birth to keep a tight rein on
wishing upon ‘impossibilities’.
I want to tell you how to overpower it.
But it’s one of those times
when you have to find the answer.
What are your dreams telling you?
Treeshallow Musings 