Poetry is a clear window into the heart. I often write to express the thoughts and emotions inside me--not knowing what will appear on the page but invariably discovering more about myself and the world around me.

Is This Really What You Hoped For?

Posted Wednesday, April 06, 2011

What were the dreams?
The adventures you were going to have?
When you were little?
When you believed it was possible?

Did it include the four walls
Of a cubicle?
Or driving in traffic
Two hours a day?
I doubt it


More likely
It included
Dancing
Singing
Painting
Book writing

Or it included
Fire fighting
Protecting
Life saving
People helping
Scientific discoveries

So here you are
In the midst
Of your one and only life

It's not easy
Making ends meet is hard enough
Dreaming seems ludicrous now
Certainly not practical

Here's a thought
Capture that sense of what you wanted
Think about it
For more than a minute

Incorporate it
Into today's life
Somehow
Some way by Ken Carlson


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