Dreams

Do this, and don't do that,
Be this, and don't be that,
Work hard and stake your claim,
Try to make them all proud, and don't complain.

The days go by, then weeks and then years,
And you struggled through it all, the laughter and
the tears,
Never complaining about life's deal,
But never a dream quiet completely fulfilled.

Somewhere they all seemed to slip down the cracks,
Of all life's endeavors, and day to day crap,
Leaving a wonder of what may have been,
Had you taken a different road, way back when.

You don't want to lose what you already have,
And you wouldn't go back and change it, and you're not really even sad,
But still, there's those dreams that haunt you,
Each and every day, whispering in your ear,
Come on out and play.