you never dreamt of being here
you never knew you could make it
you just remembered all those dreams that took you away
to places where no one could see
nor would they ever understand.
time flies by
and all you can do now
is sit and reflect.
maybe you're feeling content
overwhelmed with joy
of the much you have acomplished
of the more you've reached out and touched.
but sometimes i regret
of not holding on tighter
of allowing situations to run beyond their course
to push me further, closer, to the edge.
closer to giving it up.
still, i choose to sit and search deeper
to look with eyes of a newborn child
to breathe with that first breath
and to smile for no apparent reason.
i choose to not need to understand
i choose to spread my arms wide open
i choose to open these clenched fists
i choose to let myself dream once again.
they say dreams don't matter.
they say dreams make you desire for the inevitable.
but He dreamt of me
and that's the reality
the reason i am here.