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.