Dream Runner

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Dream Runner

Chasing a ghost

A cloud

A fairy land

How my soul yearns for the arts

For jobs without boundaries

For my brain to bleed out on a page

Instead I’m stuck in my ever so cushioned safety net

And oh how I think about falling

Matches

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There has got to be more than the hum drum monotony of everyday life.

Clock in clock out. Day dream after day dream.

I seek a spiritual awakening. I want to set my soul on fire. 

But I hold the match and pace

Fearing what would happen if I strike it

Fearing what would burn

Barricades

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And I miss the pen and the paper in ways you couldn’t imagine

An ice has frozen over what once was thick and beating

I’ve built barricades 

So thick

I can’t even let myself in

And I’ve avoided

The ink

For its truth would unthaw what I am not ready to face

The unknown

The breaking without mending

Darkness like I’ve never known it

But an inevitable rebirth

A rebirth I know not the consequences

Extraordinary

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“I can’t be ordinary,” she said fighting back the tears. “I want to live an extraordinary life.”

But what is extraordinary?

I often think it’s the little things that add up everyday.

Wearing what feels good – not blending in with the masses.

Singing at the top of your lungs in the car.

Talking to yourself out loud.

Traveling to distant countries.

Starting your own business.

I don’t know. I’m still trying to figure it out.

Extraordinary.

Extraordinary.

This extraordinary life.

drifting off to never never landĀ 

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I wasn’t cut out for an average work day.

Alarm buzzing off at 6:00 a.m. interrupting my dreams,

That really pissed me off.

Some of my best ideas came from vivid nights that spun into early mornings.

Shoveling out of bed at the last minute,

Body showering,

Throwing on my cat framed glasses – hoping no one noticed my lack of makeup.

If I got excited about work as much as I got excited about a blank notebook…

I would be rich.

Do you want to know what’s scary about taking the plunge?

Utter failure. 

Loving something, but being no good at it.

I can make these lines come alive because it’s my life,

But can I make an entire person from fiction believable?

Can I spin a web so big readers will get lost and entangled in my imagination?

I have serious self doubts.

So I wake up everyday – alarm clock buzzing 

And take my place as one of the parts in this ever big 9:00 a.m. – 5:00 p.m machine.

good things come to those..

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Good things come to those who…

Aren’t afraid to stumble

And get back up

Stumble again

Face in the dirt

Knees buckling

Hands shaking

And make it back up on their feet again.

No one said following your dreams was easy.