I used to have a dream

One that was so very clear

It used to seem so far away

But not as near impossible as some say…

It didn’t use to seem so far fetched

It got me through

And kept me going for a while

Even caught myself

Believing it could happen, once in a while.

Then reality hit me in the face

And instead of believing that my thoughts and wshes

Might actually, one day, be my reality….

Thoughts of practicality began to settle in.

And I started to question:

“Why am I still reaching?”

“Why am I still wasting my time

Reaching for that light

In the ever fading horizon?”

When everything around me

Was telling me

That I’d never make it

I started to lose grasp

Of the hope that I had once held

Of the possibility of what could be.

Of what I wanted to be.

I tried to justify a reason

To hold so tightly to the thought

But it was too late

For I gave up

And let my thoughts of practicality

Completely settle in.