Dream Life

                                        Remember the days when you couldn't stop singing dancing and dressing up laughing and grinning? Well that was before they all mocked how you dressed said you would never fit in with the rest and so you stopped smiling and changed what you wore when music plays you do not dance anymore in case you look silly in case you look daft for fear it will dredge up those memories past for fear that you'll feel like you used to back then embarrassed and worthless again and again see you stopped singing loudly then stopped altogether stopped being someone that they would remember  but there's a girl watching she's looking to you trying to figure out what she should do should she stop singing and swallow her voice? pick outfits to wear that would not be her choice? should she resist urges to get up and dance cause sitting there quietly no one will laugh but...

                                       This being human is a guesthouse.  Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, Some momentary awareness comes    as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,   who violently sweep your house     empty of its furniture,  still, treat each guest honorably.   He may be clearing you out     for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice,   meet them at the door laughing,       and invite them all in.   Be grateful for whoever comes,     because each has been sent       as a guide from beyond.