sometimes you get caught up

you swear you'll be the one that doesn't
                                           but you still do
                    and you don't even realize it
working at your dreams
so hard they're not dreams anymore
they become just what you made them to be
work

and you're trying
                  so hard
                 to reach
      that happiness
which you know is waiting just around the next bend
that you forget about the joys
of the here
and now

the days run together
you plow your own path through the wilderness
not seeing the buds
                                   of possibilities crushed
                                                         ­                   and brushed aside
                                                           ­                 as
                                                                ­    you  
                                                   continue
                                             on
                                   your
                         way
then-

one day you're back on the main path
and you see a familiar sign
pointing
          the
          way
          home
soon you arrive
stepping inside the doors
of a place to which you swore
you'd never return

and you find yourself sinking
into the most comfortable seat
like its been yours every day
the path-weary traveler falls away
and its you
bare
and plain as the day

because right in front of your eyes
you see what it's all about
work forgotten
duties aside
your dream in its truest form
and it seems
                       almost funny
because it's so
           obvious
          limitless
                  real

now-

you can turn around
and                    jump
right   back   into   it
but what was once a blind struggle
is now a level-headed
r  e  a  l  i  z  a  t  i  o  n
dreams are
                   real

i can do this.