You know you have to do it,
and that it lies ahead,
it's something that you want,
and yet it seems instead,

that time passes without notice
of that certain dream.
Your so busy dealing with it's absence,
it's allure is not so keen,

not in and out the day's routines,
it's pushed back out of sight,
then in a quiet moment,
it's head rears with great might,

it grabs you by the throat,
and seems to take your air,
a part of you is missing,
and will never be quite there,

until you put in action,
the things that take you to
the dream that means the most,
to all that is of you.

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