Stop!

Tell me when to stop I have this tendency of thinking that I can make it in this world I have this ongoing feeling that I can’t shake that I am capable of loving This explains a lot but not any of the questions that i have Tell me when to stop I have this urge to speak what my mind tells me And the arguments it and I have fade like consciousness as you drift to sleep Tell me when to stop I have a hunch that if I work hard today, tomorrow won’t be as cold But the frostbite on my feet makes it hard to walk Tell me when to stop If I look up to icons like Mandela, Gandhi and King You tell me that I cannot afford such insanity; I need focus on the 8-5 and pay the bills Feel free…anytime…tell me when to stop I have this recurring dream that my life might amount to more than the change in your back pocket You soon remind me that is just what it is…a dream Please…any moment…tell me when to stop I have hope that one day I will realize that dawn is an opportunity not a curse Again you remind me that, that day is not today Now I dare you to say it to my face louder than that deplorable whisper…tell me to stop I have ceased crawling and I’m past walking, I’m running now Forward, I hope, towards my fragile dream I have realized the potential that lays untapped in me, untapped in you, untapped in each and everyone that stands and sit in this room I am someone’s dream I am someone’s key I am someone’s starting push I am thee undiscovered treasure of the last generation I may have been a number of things in the past But what I can become is only bound by eternity So if you to told me to stop What makes you think that I will?