02/22/18 Sometimes I dream about what my life could be

Sometimes I dream about what my life could be
I sit and ponder about what I think would make me happy
What I want to do
What I want to accomplish
Where I want to be
Who I want to become


But it all just seems so far away
It seems so unreachable from here
So unattainable from where I sit







To have such lofty goals
Such high ideals and fantasies

It’s a bit much, no?
A bit stressful, wouldn’t you say so?

But i don’t want to stay here.
I don’t want to stay on the ground.
I don’t want to let the sands of time cover me.
Slowly, sedimentary, as I gloss over and fossilize into stone and statue.

Let me be a statue,
But only after I die.

And while I am alive
Don’t let me;
I can.
I will.
I don’t know how I will do it.
I will stunbkle
And I might sprain my ankles
I might twist my legs
And strain my eyes til
I see in wrinkles.

But i’ll get there.

It may be the serotonin and my feelings
That i get when i’m with you, I’m feeling.
It may be the rush of life that comes in seasons
The valley lows and mountain wind that breezes.
It may be my choices and direction
Or the calvinists election.

Who knows?
Who cares?


I just have a real good feeling.


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