Grand adventure I sought,
to live life,
courageous, daring, heroic.
Different.
Different from myself
From my past.
These last few years.
Years of sitting and imagining
a day of a daring, heroic life.
I thought about it.
But never lived it.
So I thought I would live it.
Prove myself true.
But it was harder to live than to think.
So I spent time talking about it.
Telling others of daring, courageous life.
Most scoffed.
The clouds are the only place you will ever find your dreams,
and your head is already there.
Breathe. There is hope. Is there?
So I thought I would live it.
Prove them wrong.
But it was harder to live than to speak.
So I decided,
I would write about it.
Because no one can take these words.
They were born as I thought them,
grew as spoke them,
and they will bud as I write them.
For my hope is still there,
that one day,
the courageous, daring life will sprout forth.
And it will seed, spreading everywhere.
Planting thoughts.
