grow down.

perhaps, when i'm old,
i'll turn around and see
this life laid out before me.
maybe i won't be able to say
that i touched the sky,
or that i climbed some
fabled mountain.
in that moment,
i'll have to learn to live
with the fact that
i'm not a hero.
maybe i'm just average,
living in an average world.
just because i can dream
doesn't mean that i have
the capacity to make any
of these silly pictures
into realities.
maybe all they'll ever be
is silly dreams.
perhaps this shot is just too long
for achievement,
and maybe none of it
was ever meant to be.

"everything happens for a reason."

if my destiny and my fate
are already etched in stone,
then what is the point of
working, and working hard,
towards this goal that, at best,
is just beyond my grasp?
at least, it feels that way sometimes.
i've been crowned king of
wishful thinking,
and perhaps all these
wishes are for nothing.
wishing in vain,
if at all.

some say i'm a million miles from,
and some say i'm just a step away.
a voice has to rise above the rest,
treading water in the middle of the ocean,
but i'll be damned if i don't give it
my best.

because when i'm old,
and i look over my shoulder
one last time,
i'll have to be okay with
whatever i ended up with.
the only thing that will really matter,
of this i'm absolutely sure,
is that i won't have a single thing
to make me ask, "what if?"

i took a leap of faith tonight,
and as far as i'm concerned,
i did alright.
tomorrow might hold new and
different cruels,
but i'll leave those for the
new and different fools.

we are not the same.