Dream Deferred

(by Langston Hughes)

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 load.

Or does it explode?

The time is ticking. Yet, I am still frozen here, in this comfort zone, with my all my confidence and faith starting to shatter. It's so sad that I only have 6 months remaining to decide where my life will lead me. 6 months to decide my fate. Now I am starting to question myself where I have been so far, and why I am much slower than I am supposed to be.
Maybe it's better late than never. I will never know if I never try; maybe the chance is small and maybe the chance is big. Only God knows.
It's time to wake up, then.