Dreams and Reality

Sing to me the praise of majestic approval, as I take the podium, false gratuity streaming my lips. The audience in awe of impossible achievements, for I so young, took the world like a romantic hurricane. Blessed with this gift of perfection in word, my tool for passion and expression, as I convey to the eagerly awaiting world. Now let us stop and take a look at reality, for future dreams are just that. A dream, far from complete, yet to be realized, perhaps soon, but far from triumphant applause. A year later I stand, yet again, at the podium, disbelief in the eyes of believers and those not alike. Finely dressed in my Sunday's very best, wearing magenta with sharply striking black shoes and lace. A repeat unheard of as I enter the class of immortality, and year after year the same thing. Back to reality for a minute as I break from day ambition, as truth of position still haunts my every stroke. Striving for the impossible dream I sit, yet knowing little of where to turn. It's only a dream, but I dream what I will achieve. But when done what will I dream of then?Okay, truth be told, I've become extremely bored in life. It's the same stuff day after day. I've grown tired and I need more in life. Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 05:03 AM PST   0 • 12