Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men.
Just what is a dream? Shared among all of us Fleeting, temporary, but also a constant in our minds Dwelling there, in formation, waiting for the day you finally decide to take action Waiting, just waiting, nagging at you. “I’m here! I’m here!”
For some, they never materialize. For some, a dream never results in anything but. Inching closer- just out of reach- until hope turns to bitter resentment And the greatest achievement of all is lost to time
You may look at them like stars in the sky Or the tide in the waves Or the embodiment of isolation But it’s ingrained in all of us to reach for something greater To be acknowledged in the sea of people clamoring for attention To accomplish something to set you apart
Sometimes it may be hard to grasp For something, just barely, above the tips of your fingers Taunting you, dazzling you with it’s brightness Until finally, with the last of your breath You breach the plateau, rise out of the bell curve And everything is as you imagined. Make sure you grab onto one of those opportunities Grab it, steer it, don’t let it escape, and wrestle it over the finish line.