Lost dream

As I finally set adrift,
This dream,
Into the sea of the lost and forgotten,

I felt a sinking feeling inside of me,
And I thought
Is this really how it's meant to be?

This dream of mine was real.
With a real voice and a real soul,
It sang to me melodies from lives of old.

Now that I have sent it into the sea
I wish that I hadn't.
But it's too late to turn back now
I must fulfill​ my duties.

Some dreams are easily forgotten.
We always knew they were never meant to be.
But this impossible dream that keeps calling out to me
I will find once more,
For it will set me free.

To the artists

Here's to all the artists out there.
Doesn't matter if you are successful or not.
You persevered.
You braved the hardships.
Many will ask: what value does art really have?
Is it worth all the trouble?
Is it worth risking being out on the streets with nothing but yesterday's newspaper to keep you warm?
Is it worth it?
Is your art worth it?
Have you thought of an answer to this question?

To all the artists out there,
I urge you to:
Fight the real fight
Reach into our minds and break down our walls.
Walls of doubt
Walls of hate
Walls of fear.
The fate of our freedom lies in your hands;
The freedom:
To choose our religion
To choose our careers
To choose who we love
To choose where we go
To be who we want to be - whatever that might be.

You are the real heroes
Because you have the power:
to Change our minds and our hearts,
To inspire us.
You are the truly enlightened ones.
So fight the good fight,
Teach us to be better human beings.
Save the animals,
Save humanity,
Save this World.