Inspiration

I've recently realized how much I rely on words for inspiration. Song lyrics, books, poetry, and conversation are all places that I find inspiring words to keep me going. There are so many people demanding my time, support, and work--bill companies, 75 students, parents, bosses, mechanics, friends...oh, and me! I say "demanding" not because these are bad things, but because they are things that must be addressed. Here's a famous Langston Hughes poem that is especially important to me:

Dream Deferred
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?