I am scared
Of the dreams I had, of the past behind.
Of the hopes within my bosom, of the failures behind my heels.
I am weary,
of the dreams I have, of the future I envision.
of the thoughts that bridge the noon and words that linger past the moon.
Perhaps I am a smidgen dismayed
but I am not giving up.
there’s breath in my lungs
there’s something new to dream of it’s called the next second.
there’s a voice in my cords
there’s a story waiting on the next second to continue.
I will stay and keep at it,
I will dream.
for one has paid the highest price for a dream
for one dreamed that man can embrace a way higher than self.
Again I will dream.
every dream like a bubble, seeks to rise
every dream like a bubble, grows bigger than our ‘heads’
every dream seems reachable
every dream is yours whether it becomes reality or not.
many roam the streets without a vision further than their nose
and for some no further than the next breath, the next second.