The Deferred Dream... What happens to a dream deferred? I am wasting here in no man's land... I have reached out for you grabbed at your garment but collect only dirt... I have tried to entice you tempt you out of your trap but you turn to it for comfort... I have tried to lift you spirit you away but too weak I sag... your burdens are too heavy for me... Before you are consumed by what you lack grab me! Your madness may explode! Must I remain here? Must I become dust too? Must I watch as you struggle blindly - watch you choke on your own bile of regret? Must I too die in a ditch forgotten? Must we both suffer because you lack divining?