I’ve been staring at my dream for a long time now.
Eyes gazed, cowardly wondering if I’ll ever muscle up and say hi.
At least just once.
Its a beautiful sight from where I’m standing honestly.
And even though I’m short sighted, I still see it so clearly.
Everything I ever wanted in its place. Meticulously prepared and fit to taste.
My dream, busy living my life for me while my mind gather up dust from thinking about it way too much in reality.
I hear a voice sometimes saying, “come in”. Sounds a lot like me, I must confess.
I want to.
But I can’t seem to be able to place a foot in front of the other.
Like it matters which foot comes first.
Well, maybe if I hear the voice again, I might just be forced to.
Who am I kidding though?
Damn! But lord knows I want to.
This quiet obsessing over the life I yearn for is eating the very part of me that helps me breathe.
I need to! If I ever plan to lead a fulfilled life then I have to.
More than anything, I have to.
Allow me be brave and walk in if or when I hear the voice again lord.
That is If it isn’t already bored to death by my disheartening cowardice.
This dream, I’m sorry, I mean, this hidden fulfilled life of mine.
Will I ever get to meet you? Or will I just have to settle for the same fate Moses had.
I guess I’ll find out when its all over.