Dreamer’s Paradox


I had
My moment
Where only
Possibility
Painted
Itself as
Reality

And within
My mind
Every
Imagined
Thought had
It’s conscious
Birth of
Instantaneous
Life

My endless
Dreams
Creating
A thousand
Lives for
Me to
Live

And living
Each in
My mind to
The Fullest!

But
The years,
They Play
Their
Tricks

Softly,
Quietly
Circling
The sun
They
Give of
Their time
As if
Granting me
A multiverse of
Exploration!

And secretly,
Slyly
The years,
They take from
Me from
My life
One
Possibility
At
A
Time…

They call
Back
Reclaim with
A false
Absolution
My life as
I watch
It all,
Every
Possibility
Dwindle
Down to
A finite
Number

I Made
My choice
Choosing to
Hold out to
Withstand
The absolute
I hunger in
The possibility—
The creative
Fruit
The forbidden
Taste of
No ordinary
Life

I don’t
Want
Ordinary

I never
Wanted
Ordinary

Yet,
Here I am
Tasting
The regret of
Possibilities
Lost to
One word…
Time.

This…

This
Regret is
The most
Ordinary
Experience in
Existence

And now,
I am
Throwing it
Away

No more regret.

I don’t want it.

Counting
My remaining
Possibilities
I will not
Starve myself for
Nothing

The meaning
I place on
What I have
Left is
A Dreamer’s
Paradox—
Oh yes,
It’s everything!

My influence on
This life
Can’t be
Measured in
Years

And it won’t.

And I
Will not
Give in to
Time’s deception!

My influence…

My influence is
Measured by
What I see
And dream
And what I
Create

And to
Let go of
What gives
Me life
What ignites
My being is
To surrender
The one
Possibility
I can’t
Let go
Of…

And countless is
This one
Eternal
Possibility…

That beyond
My dreaming is
An infinite reality
Greater than
Even I
Imagined.

CL July 2015