Should I Just Compromise?

Standing in the midst of beauty
Where those commendable artworks lay,
I looked upon those awesome things
And had so much to say.
Those walls and halls were so decorated
And stories unheard they narrated,
As if artists tapped onto universal things
That were beyond their ego.
I was glad to be one among them 
Although dear ones were afraid to let me go.
But taking risks was what I had to do
And to fulfil my dreams.
I filled those white sheets
With the breathing of my heart,
And of myself I drew a part
Dipping my brush into my own soul.

It's like in heaven I stand
Whenever I delve deep into the hands
Of that art that captures me and my imagination.
Only for this is my dedication so pure,
For this I'm passionate beyond measure,
Because sincerely I treasure
Those feelings when colours paint my fingers 
And get into my nails,
While I draw my own nature and emotions on paper.

Suddenly I'm awake
That was a dream and everything was fake.
Oh no! I thought it was real.
But alas! This alarm clock and its dial
Speak of so much truth.

I want to be an artist, whispers my heart,
Circumstances force me to compromise and say,
"You can do nothing with your art!"
Tears wet my eyes but do not flow
For I had a dream no one will ever know...

Since I had a dream I had a responsibility too,
Here I am in a dilemma,
What to choose between theirs and mine
For they've been there every time
I fell, I rose, I grew, I cried,
Can't I even pay them back
In my this short life?
What about their dreams 
And their little expectations?
Should I not fulfil them keeping their head held high,
And become a good, responsible child?

Day and night I struggle
Weighing what's wrong and what's right
Should I follow my dreams
Or should I just compromise?