The People Who Don't Dream

I wrote this poem cuz i cant follow my dreams...it's just so tough to be yourself in a country full of people who have false beliefs and want you to follow and listen to them.

You watch pseudo influences
Work their magic alive
And false beliefs turning
Them to a new life

Well, open your bleary eyes
And close your hopeful brain,
You dream of a height
That dream has had you drained

Of your senses, once sound,
Of your vision, once bound; to see
Your feet should not be off ground
Your hands should not be

In front of your grasp
So that you don’t fall.
Tie them, like us, like all.
We all attend one call

For we are the people
Who don’t scream free.
For we are the people
You should try to be,

For we are the people
All same, All supposed to be
The people
Who don’t dream.