I'm looking for something that feels just out of my range of vision.
Grasping and just out of reach.
Listening but just out of earshot.
Gazing out the window.
I see the rain fall upon the parked cars.
We don't get much rain here.
My eyes fill up with tears.
Maybe I'm too old.
Not talented enough.
To keep going for my dreams.
To keep loving the struggle.
To keep enjoying the rollercoaster journey.
Where did I go wrong?
I believed the hype.
I've got to be this.
I've got to do that.
I've got to have this.
I shoulda-coulda-woulda by now.
I take a deep breath.
And tonight I simply witness my mind.
I'll never know what's truly possible unless I try.
Try even when broken down by past failures.
Try to stay hungry.
For the next small breakthrough.
Even when it feels like there's no way to feed it.
That it'll never be satiated.
That's exactly when to locate my dreams.
Where are my dreams tonight?
Alive and well.
In these words.