Chasing all my hopes and dreams
Is full time work, or so it seems
The plethora of paths to choose is daunting
I fear the flight to reach cloud nine
Where I can pray that I'll be fine
And find my satisfaction's not found wanting

Hearkening to inner voices:
"Sacrifice the other choices;
Bleed and sweat until you reach your goal!"
If thoughts creep in of getting paid
The luster of the chase will fade
Until the dream becomes an empty hole

No happy ending will emerge
If 'dreams' and 'chasing' don't converge
To unify in purposeful pursuit
The destination's glorious
But I won't be victorious
Unless I love the journey, it's all moot

Ever since I was a child
Thoughts to entertain ran wild
The dream of writing always had me smitten
But I came wholly unprepared
To find that starting has me scared
That I might really wanted to 'have written'