Hold fast to your dreams, for without them life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.

a dream deferred is a dream denied.

What 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 stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over - like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags - like a heavy lead

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? . . . Or does it explode?