What are your dreams?
Do they sail away in the mists of failure?
Do they drift by on the river of passing time, with the detritus of life?
Do they sputter and cough in the presence of the monster of reality?
Do they stand aside, politely, for your fears?
Do they shrink into a ball when worry arrives?
Do they sit in the corner of the cupboard, cobweb covered and crying?
Find your dreams again,
Shake them out in the light of day,
Put them on a shelf in your heart,
At the centre of who you are,
Get ready to start.