Following Your Dreams
Each unfolding, disclosing day,
Even before awakening from your somnolent cogitations,
You set your heading for a vague destination:
The forwarding address
Your receding dreams leave in their wake,
To which end you progress, with serendipitous dispatch,
Knowing you have no minutes to waste
Suspecting each precious second squandered
Brings you one step closer to death, empty-handed.
And not being an idler, you exploit expeditiousness.
Where you'll be, come sunset, starry midnight,
Is less consequential, by far,
Than who you'll no longer be when you lie down to sleep.
Indeed, all that really matters, ultimately,
Is following your dreams, on the next day's odyssey.
10/22/08 - (1)
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