The Dream

All too bright

Echoes all around

Something here, Something there

Yet it feels like a dream

Like a reflection of something I've already seen

Is this real light or sound

Am I breathing in real air?

Those moments when I stood tall

Ambitious and ready for it all

A world of magic and song

Someplace I could finally belong

Maybe that was the dream all along?

Behind the door:

The sky's blue light 

It gives a promise of possibility

No limits, just infinity

A place I can be

At my fullest height.

A breeze soft and chill

Offers to le me free

To run like the wind

Everywhere to be and so much to see

Ease of mind in every breath

No true fear of death

True free will

A reminder that I am more!

Which is real?

Which is a dream?

What was, what is, or what may be...

I guess it's all up to me.