Am I leaving to start a new journey?
Or failing to satisfy my current yearning?
We stay up late and sleep too little. Devising our schemes.
Though no dreams, can be ignored. Even when being fickle, and rarely forward.
We pretend to contemplate, while we belittle
Our aspirations.
The lost generation, in the age of information.
An oxymoron, searching for the said promise of fortune.
It was all lies.
They squeal and creek as a damaged door hinge.
The door never opens, it can never be closed.
It remains a hole in a tremendous stone.
It's a pathway to our heart's catacombs.
The road less traveled?
Well it's only for the successful.
Which is yours to measure.
So then why is it all so stressful?
So high frequency?
Is there something in me that I can't see?
Something that I strive for, but possibly can't be?
Circular logic prevails as I slowly,
Inhale,
Exhale,
Possibly even,
Account in further detail.
Every kingdom needs a king.
Every dream must have a gleam.
A shine, an allure, a variable that will one day be your cure.
An idea that will free your soul.
An accomplishment which will make you whole.
But why am I telling you, what you already hold.
It rests inside of you, like a fire, steady to mold
The rest of your world, and influence your goals.
Dreams keep us grounded, they are what we desire.
All the while making us rise higher.
It's frightening, the possibility of missing one's mark.
But how will we know what we can achieve, if we never even
Start.