Still

As I look to the writings of old
Dust filled untouched, lost in the corner
I wonder whether
My dreams are fading further

That need to pursue your goals
That the things worth living for is not gotten
by chance or stagnation
But by purpose and desire
To excel further than you thought you can
By sheer will and plan

Have pragmatism overcomed me?
Have I lost that bit of idealism that a child has...
That driven pursuit to reach for the wishes of the heart
At all expense of needed effort

So do I sit still and stare
For the inevitable scare
of old and hopelessly bare
of the dreams lost you wished you cared