There was a dream And I dont think I am living it. I fell into a puddle Somewhere in the middle
Of the overwhelming cultural shock; Of all the warnings and the talk; Of the multitudes of feelings; Of getting hurt and healing;
Of the things I desired, I craved And to get them what I braved; Of the rejection and resentment That followed me from that moment;
Of the foolishness and stupidity And the light that later came; Of the blinding blaze of truth And the ashes of the crippled shame;
Of cleansing my soul; Of analyzing and resetting my goal; Of the pain that ceased to be And the tranquility that came to me;
Of the sweet silence of solitude And the magnanimity of life; Of understanding joy While assimilating struggle and strife;
Somewhere, in the middle of all this Trying to grow and trying to quit - There is a dream, And I think I am living it…
