Dreams Deferred...

Today I was seriously sitting here wondering what happens to dreams deferred. This lead me to looking up Mr. Hugh's poem - needed to feel some kind of connection with someone that ponders  these thoughts. Just in case someone else was wondering about dreams as well - thought I would throw this out there. I hope every one is enjoying their evening.
 Dreams Deferred 
By Langston Hughs

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?