Buried Dreams

[myself]

It’s been years since my last attempt

At painting

My wish for doing art

Has been somehow discouraged

I lost confidence in my skills

For some years never daring

To make any try



Yet these days of silence

Loneliness, and thinking

Wandering while confused about my future

Waiting for the university courses to start

I came across some visions of beauty

I’ve been playing with some images

And I tried to understand what makes beauty



Maybe I should limit myself just to watch

Other people’s art

I don’t think I am any good

Except if I keep it to myself

and do it for my own enjoyment

and maybe for a few people

who might enjoy it as well

It would be only for fun

and nothing more

just to pass my time

in a nice way



How many dreams

Have we not given up

While being told to grow up?

Having forgotten our right to be happy

So many dreams

We have buried and forgotten

Among our worries

And anxieties

While growing up

Where has our crazy courage gone?



We now fear being called naïve

For dreaming the impossible

Or having no talent

Or facing critiques



Being told to grow up

To be serious and responsible

Lost in this boring world

Our angry feelings will unfold

Feeling desire to destroy

Losing desire to create

[indian~summer]

i can really relate to this
it's lovely