The Weight of Dreams

The clouds had finally drifted away,
The stars bright enough to challenge the bay,
The scent of wet grass in the night,
But he, too tired, ignored the sight.

He'd seen this view a thousand times,
Now lost in his thoughts, tangled in rhymes.
"Why stress about life?" he thought with a sigh,
When his peers lived freely, spirits high.

His parents weren't poor, but not quite enough,
For the lifestyle his friends called "tough."
He felt guilty for wanting more,
When others had so much less in store.

He closed his eyes, tried to sleep,
Hoping for answers buried deep.
"Will I ever be happy, content, or free?
And if I am, where will it be?"

But the night stretched long and full of weight,
The questions lingered, sealing his fate.
His mind spun round in endless flight,
With no answers found, just the quiet of night.