This is for all who dream, including myself! Lots of questions and questioning and a strong reminder that life is finite.
HarlemWhat happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore – And then run? Does it stick like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over – Like a syrupy sweet? May it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?(Langston Hughes 1902-1967)