Dreams I didn't know I had

Calella, Spain

The pursuit of perfection is a hard road to follow
At the end of the road is a dream
How long the road is, no one knows

Dreams I didn’t know I had provide the backdrop for a life I didn’t know I wanted
My dreams extend past the realm of these walls yet they include these walls all the same


The reverberations start as the train takes off
What is it about this life that’s so meaningful?
Why is this life not the same as the life I once knew?

The other side of my comfort zone is a long ways from Iowa Park, Texas

To see that kid I once knew look up to the man I am becoming
To tell that kid the stories I know now
To show that kid the scenes I've seen
To hear that kid tell me his dreams

Here I find myself traveling 
Traveling towards or from, I do not know
Adventure begins when hesitation ends
Life transcends itself as uncertainty marries curiosity
The need to escape overwhelms my restless heart

A lifelong pursuit chasing the other side of the world
One day is more than another
But another day is always appreciated
Just one day more
One day more of running away

Dreams of traveling linger in my mind
To see the world and to escape the world
I dream of dreams I didn't know I had

The future is not here or there
The present is what we make of it
This week is over just like last month is over
The summer is gone
And the spring along with it

The pursuit of perfection is a hard road to follow
Life could always be better just like it could always be worse

A perfect life could be imagined, but a life lived is worth more 
Reality comes back into focus and I find myself focusing on the dreams I didn't know I had


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