Poem Inspired by "Caged Bird"

Dreams are often limited, limited to the future and not the past, the past brings unwanted memories so why dwell on those? Why not? As a child we all believed that we could do anything. Why not now? Creativity has no age limit, it is just buried in society. It longs to be found beneath the ruble. Creativity dreams. It dreams of being used again, like an old toy kept in the attic, hiding in the back of the mind, trying to escape but always constricted and put on hold. Why? Why are dreams often just dreams? Why don’t they sprout into reality? Are dreams and reality really so far distant that they never meet? Are we so closed minded that we don’t grab a shovel and start digging? Why does the past scare us? Is it knowing that we can’t go back? We all say to learn from your mistakes. Why? Why do we all say that when we don’t like to bring it up? I mean the past just makes you think of what could have been right? Wrong. If you look at the past the right way then you can think of what could be. The past holds hope for the future, It’s just a matter of looking for it.