Seedling dreams

I used to carry my dreams around with me

I’d planted each one, from a seedling into a little pot

I carried all these dreams waiting for them to become a bountiful tree

I never set them down, never forgot

The seed did sow

And they did grow

But I carried these dreams around with me

Because I’d planted each one from a seedling into that pot

I carried them, nurtured them, never let them be

I cried over them, held on so tight to that little pot

The more I carried them around

The more they felt bound

Constricted

and then browned

My dreams could not fruit

The pot was too small and too tight

I’d never put them down, never let them root

They became fruitless dreams with a blight

So my dreams died, probably from root rot

Because they needed to be set down

Needed to be forgot

Just for an hour, a day

They needed to be left to grow

Not hoarded in a too small pot left to decay

My advice, if I have any to give

Is to let your dreams sow

Then learn to let them go

So they can really grow