When I was a child I soared without wings
in my dreams.
These days I have nightmares
about missing class
or forgetting to go to work.
But once I was free in my dreams.
The corridor rushed toward me,
and went on forever.
It went on forever
Until I woke up in the real world
where I was shy and awkward.
Where I was clumsy and fell down.
Where pain and tears were part of life.
Over the years I’ve stopped dreaming of flying
and dream of running instead.
GhoulieJoe 