Dreams Vs Reality

I'm not the boy you see racing through Nairobi's streets, Nor the worthless man you envision caught in the rain without an umbrella. I'm not just another GenZ without direction, For though I may be broke, I'm rich in spirit. Though labeled your "bitch," I'm filled with kindness. At times, I boldly voice my thoughts, Even resorting to fake calls to release what's on my mind. Come nightfall, I may reveal our secrets, While daylight sees me sharing my own truths. Sometimes, my dreams feel deeply significant, My thoughts a journey toward a healthier future. Yet why do these dreams and thoughts clash with reality's rigidity?