Waves lapping at my feet,
The sun beating down its heat.
The salty air somehow turning sweet.

I think of my dreams,
dreams to fly and leave the tide
and I wonder how people go through life with
no passion, no goals, no feelings of pride,
I’d just be swept off in the tide.
But, I stay, anchored by my passion, my goals,
my feelings of pride that keep me out of the tide.
The tide that tugs and pulls to take me with others who’ve let go.
Others who feared they couldn’t do it so off they went, drowning in the tide.

I refuse to be told no.
The easy way out of my dream would be to hide.
I want to be remembered in years to come when the others have melted away.
The others who hid and were afraid and cut their anchor free to be
forgotten at the bottom of the ocean of life.
Their passion, their goals, their feelings of pride couldn't save them.

But mine can.

Mine grips me, refusing to leave,
Refusing to let me cut the tie that connects us.
When I think that I should let go, the part of my mind devoted to
my passion, my goals, and my feelings of pride takes away my doubts.

Mine built me a solid, golden bridge to walk across water
without even touching the tide.
They helped me to not only touch my dreams, but to embrace them.
My passion and goals and feelings of pride
saved me in ways that no one could know of.
They taught me to spread my wings and fly
and leave the tide behind,
They taught me to be different, and original, and brave, and ME.