Whose dream it is, anyway?

This way I am supposed to be?

Just who set this course, the road that winds, leads to me?

The promise of happiness lying at the end?

Check the boxes, hit the mark, no matter how the road may bend. 

Whose dream is it anyhow? The course intentionally set out. 

Just who planted this dream of a success that now leads to doubt?

I look at my life, in the mirror I see eyes looking back, but are they really me?

Is this the life I want for myself or have I put my dreams high upon the shelf?

Whose dream is it, that I see behind in the rear view mirror?

Whose dream will this be as I take control, strong and confident, having no fear.

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