Dreams: A Poem

I don't care what you say,

I'll go my own way,

I might get lost in the shadows,

Or in overgrown meadows,

But I won't get stuck on a rat's wheel,

I really don't see the appeal,

Of running around and around with no destination,

Living without any satisfaction,

They say I have to get a job I hate,

"A job you love? We can't relate,

Just work, pay your bills, and die,

There's no other way to try,

To have all your prosperous ducks in a row,

Than to surrender to the status quo,"

But I refuse to follow everyone's cue,

And let the staleness of a boring life ensue.