You Can't Choose Your Dreams

Dreams are not to be picked
Like an apple from a tree,
Or hunted like ducks:
Rousing them to the air
And shooting into the flock,
Hoping you bagged one.
Dreams can’t be calculated
Like a math problem
With a definite answer.
You can’t hold auditions for your dreams
Or interview them, trying to see
Which one fits your needs best.
And dreams won’t stand in a line-up
Like criminals until you finger the right one.
You can’t reason with your dreams,
And you can’t abandon your dreams
Because your dreams Choose you.