As I Grew Older

It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun—
My dream.

And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky—
The wall.

Shadow.
I am black.

I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.

My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams of sun!
-Langston Hughes


Today I read this poem. Its about a man who can see his dreams, his future, his happiness. But then as he grows older an obsticle grows and blocks his dreams. He knows he should break through the wall, but he is defeated. He cant find the strength to fight back.

It seems like as I grow older now, my opportunities to be who I want to be are harder and harder to find. When I make up my mind about who I want to be, the opportunity to be that has already past and I've already messed it up. Even people who reach their dreams, do they get to their goal and then think "Is this it?" It seems like everything I do, at the end I think "Is this it?" Like High School, I had big expectations, I thought High School would be fun and exciting. But after my first day I thought "Is this it?" Im afraid that I will go through life having too high of expectations of everything and not be satisfied with anything. I went on my first rollercoaster and I thought "Is this it?" When I watch a movie or read a book that everyone has been raving about I think "Is this it?" When I hear a "classic" song for the first time that everyone has seemed to love, like Stairway to Heaven, or Dream On, I think "Is this it?" I dont know if I'll ever stop thinking "Is this all there is? This isnt what I expected."