As a dreamer,

I look for inspiration;

Secret places,

Where magic runs rooted,

And buried beneath.

Where creativity blossoms

Like the tears of a mother.

As an achiever,

I search for motivation,

Success stories,

That catalyst a much bigger one,

Inside my every wandering soul,

That is a stranger most days

And a good kindred brother,

on special occasions.

And as a believer,

I look for inspiration;

Stories passed down,

To inspire one another,

And connect all humans,

To the circle of hate and love,

As we have come to call,

the circle of life.

And as a mother bird frolics to her babies after catching the worm,

My soul ignites an ambitional love,

Drunk on the thought,

That my love could save the world.

And so it travels.

By day and night,

Searching for broken souls like mine.

Searching for those who have been left behind,

By the stampede of growing up, and chasing money, finding love, and losing connections with those so dear to you,

Once upon a time.

And so it travels, across galaxies and moons,

farms, and castles,

Taking my heart with it,

As I watch in terror,

Swallowing my fear,

And raising my fist,

To the ever eluding sky.

My tears fall silent

As the TV on mute,

Showing so much life,

But missing the key to contact,

Missing the key to touch another heart

And wash away their broken souls,

That taste life no longer.



And so I allow my soul to travel,

Across the globe,

Putting life into perspective,

In search of a home,

That I have yet to find,

In search of a heart,

To connect with mine,

In search of a life,

That accepts my dreams,

Presses me to achieve

And dares me to believe

As superior I can be.