My dreams are brief and hard to hold
lasting seconds before they're cold.
They live a minute, sometimes less,
But for those moments I can think
One day I'll be the greatest . . .
(friend sister daughter
teacher writer motivator
musician poet philosopher)
. . . this world could ever see.
For sixty seconds I imagine myself
having an impact in the world,
making it better.
That brief moment fills me up,
lighting my face and lifting my features
until I could almost burst.
But then reality sets back in
throwing a blanket over my passion
smothering its flames.
I remember my limitations
my faults and inadequacies
No - my dreams will never last
Reality is too strong,
I return to my stoic self
for the next precious minute