My dream has been deferred, its been long-since awated.
Dream's anatomy's got me wondering how deep i'll go. Dream's etimology's got me wondering what tends to please. Of all that i strive for, dream's got me sick. If dream were to deplete, i doubt i could even think. Dream's beauty's got me followin', urgin' to touch its grasp. At times, i swore i could even taste it. It was only dream's way of telling me, the longer i wait to be refreshed, will make dream seem more than i dream. Deferring my dream has taught me the rule of patience, the obligation to be strong, and the importance of wisdom. Deferring my dream has, at times, made it seem less extravagent. But, in my eyes, dream could never be less spectacular. Because its my dream, a dream worth waiting for.
