Eroding Dreams

The pounding surf of time
Wears away
At the fabric
Of our dreams,
Eroding the substance
Of our lives,
Our willingness to imagine,
Our fascination
With simply being alive.

What is left
After our dreams
Have suffered
Their untimely death
Is a mediocre existence
Suppressing
Who we really are,
Leaving us with the question
“Is this all there is to life?”

But I believe
It is our birthright
To be fully alive,
To lead an awesome life,
To love who
And what we are,
To touch one another
And to ultimately
Make a difference in the world.

The key
Is to keep
Our dreams alive,
To never loose the vision
That excited us as a child.