 The Impossible Dream
I am an impossible dreamer,
and at this stage of my life
I'm not entirely sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing.
Tied up with my wonderfully unobtainable dreams
is the niggling voice in my heart
which remains an eternal optimist.
Time and time again, my head has told my heart
not to soar above the clouds -
to stop and to wait, before dreaming too far ahead of myself;
But the heart will not listen to reason
and try as I might, I can not kill the hope which springs eternal
from the depths of this weary soul
So even now as I prepare to ignite the flames
and watch this old life I lead burn to ashes, to dust,
Hope speaks to my heart.
She says 'Be not weary. Take up your heavy burden, for rest will come soon.'
But I am tired and wish to wait a little while longer
on life's peaceful, mossy shore before diving in again.
Impossible Dreamer I am.
Hopeful fool.
But at least I acknowledge this.
The truth keeps me travelling.
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Light and Shadows By Turn,
But Always Love. | 
