What Matters, What strength in a dream?

              It only matters when I start to loose the
strength. I only seem to care deeper when there is nothing
there. No view. No voice. Nothing.

            When the strength is there I am carefree and
oblivious to the aches. Ah yet here I sit on the border,
hairline into caring once more. Why?

             Onward I push. Faces laugh and birds sing.
Still I just muck through the day. Hoping, praying
that a smile greets. So sure I can do it, yet an inkling
tickles a no.

          Dangling before me one thing I want the most.
Just out of reach. Although I am reaching, stretching
my muscles taunt, my fingers and toes to their limits.

         Dare to dream? Indeed I do because one day
my grasp will be reality. Slowly is the exhale. Daunting
at times are the reels in my mind. Only there
the dreams expand.

         To describe would be disastrous because the
view is so crystal clear to get from mind to mouth I am
most certain I would lose the tiniest of details.

        Creating a ripple in the hopes formed. Indeed
such a image can be recognized. Indeed also
understood in great measures also in one or two words.

         Though the question of what "it" is ~ well you
have to ask. Another sigh falls and the grumbling
roar of the stomach invites the soul to be in motion.

         Once more side tracked from thought, to
give to the reality. Indeed sometimes, my mood
is hard to understand. Yet know this I am happy.
There is progress.

          Yet friendships seem to be lacking. 'Tis okay.
I have the strength in me. Keep my head up, focused
away from the dream, I can move.

        No it isn't wrong to dream. No it isn't wrong to
want those dreams. No it isn't wrong to hope and pray
in gory detail of those dreams.

       So you ask me does it bother me if I have dreams?
No. I know that one day I may attain a sliver of it.
To me that is a grand piece I ever will enjoy.

     So here I am begging in sorts to share this dream
but with who? Who is listening?

     Yes are you listening? Are you wondering where,
what parts are involved? Ask. Ask. Ask. I may just
be a chatterbox.

      So what matters? What strength is it that pushes?
Dare you, I do, to inquire.