To Yearn.

We dream of creativity and freedom but it is cast down as a silly imagination. We dream of a future that we don't really yearn for. We call for a time to speak our voice when the time is now. We run from the stage when we must perform. But still we yearn for a glimmer of hope. Art, Poetry, Love, Romance. Are mocked, deemed foolish, considered fatuous to others. But for a shred of dreamers it is the calling they've searched for. Praying for recognition but it is always misunderstood. Dreaming of puissance but having no voice. But still we yearn. Still we yearn Still we hope Still we pray And still we yearn.