11/05/2026
*Dreams*
Different ambitions
Different dreams.
Different things
We want to be.
If dreams were horses
People would ride;
As much as they wish.
Yet a dream turned horse,
Is a night mare unleashed
To overthrow the rider.
If you fall off your steed
And it leaves you far ahead;
Stand, brush the dust off,
Limp, crawl, run forward.
Grab the reins and try again.
©AdeayoPoetry