The heart holds dreams forever it seems,
To have only a few come true.
And most of these happen because of reaction
To that which we say and do.
It’s hard to conceive that many believe
We needn’t fight to gain what is dear.
How quickly it seems we let go of our dreams
While clinging so tight to our fears.
Excuses we make and risks we don’t take,
Sometimes thinking our paths are “paved.”
But in truth we are smitten, our histories written,
By the choices that we’ve made.
When the time comes and our “dream” is undone
On the eve of our dismay,
There is only regret when we pause to reflect
That we allowed it to slip away.
© Brandyn Sand 1/99