My dream is to find my dreams. They’re lost. Missing, faded, and gone astray somehow when I wasn’t paying attention. I must have taken a shortcut, made a wrong turn or perhaps I just cast them aside like scraps of used paper. Life is laborious without my dreams. The sun rises, you breathe, the sun sets and it all starts again. There is a void a space so consuming that you melt away to secret sadness.
I search for my lost dreams peeking under accumulated debris and stacks of unrequested e-mail. It’s difficult to remember when and where the dreams became lost. My life has been scattered and reformatted so many times. Somewhere along the crowded path of life and survival my focus became clouded with materialism and money. Day and night are one in the same. Time is elusive and hollow.
And then life or lack thereof roars with rage inside my soul. My windows are flung open and the fresh morning breeze blows through. Rejuvenation, inspiration, and massive motivation take up residence within me. I feel rather than see the tree lined path before me erupt with blossoms, beauty and the fragrance of determination. The uneven path stretches nearly to infinity with hope, power and persistence as my mate. I take the first step knowing my boundaries are limitless. Off I go in search of renewed, refreshed and tangible dreams.