About the Poem
I believe that suicide and depression, when not medically induced, are the direct result of not having a Dream to propell you into tomorrow. Take away a person's Dreams, and you take away their life.
And when Annette left my life, I realized yet another Truth about Dreams. The 'little' Dreams most of us are raised to pursue really don't mean that much.
|by Ron Carnell
My Dreams have always
Been simple dreams.
I wanted to be rich.
I wanted to be famous.
I wanted to be a benefit
But most of all, I just wanted
to be with You.
All my Dreams have turned to Nightmares.
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