They question why you make the choices you do,
Leaving behind the safe path,
For a riskier world,
Calling it unrealistic,
Watching you work and waste away in pity,
They shrug and complain,
Despairing for you,
Caught in the web of unrealistic expectations.
But where they see childish naivety,
You see dreams,
What are unrealistic expectations,
But a challenged yet to be won in their memory?
