Yet, still I dream

Thinking you understand without belief
Now that sounds like a dream deterred
Transparent mental barriers
Watching the world through a window
Divorced from your own imagination
Creativity is the child which has been long neglected by love for far too long
A family of ideas separated due to stubbornness and ignorance
Thoughts burned out way before they had the chance to grace a wick
Leaving the candle of your brilliance left in the dark
This detrimental overcast blocks out the rays from the sun
Limiting the growth of your tree of knowledge
Branches brittle not strong enough to support the homes of soon to be butterflies
Leaves trapped in a perpetual state of withering
A beautiful tree froze in this horrible nightmarish state
Now that sounds like a dream deferred