I see the dream running,
Somewhere
Ahead of me.

Moving toward the horizon.

I am desperate to catch up to it,
but the path is dissolving right in front of me.

The future I thought I was offered became shaky.

What seemed solid when approached head on
Turned out to be a facade held up by 2x4s and some duct tape when viewed from a different angle.

The dream does not hesitate.
It charges forward
through narrow woods.
through thorny brambles
and pine sap.

Insistent that this is the right way.

I fear I will get lost and not be able to find my way back.

The dream glows.
It beckons.

I just want a peak at it,
but it is careful to stay just out of reach.

not too far so that all is lost.

just enough so I give chase.