Go, Chase Your Dream.

I hear your song—
the longing lyrics of being known,
a rhythmic pulse of blood and tears
to 
prove what you are made of,
a common dream of worth.

I look in your eyes—
it’s as if I’m staring in a mirror,
you on the other side.
I want to protect you and
embrace you all at once.

I sense your passion—
who am I to dampen your flame?
I still have dreams I’m chasing,
senseless though they may seem to those
who’ve (by now) snuffed their flame out.

This is what I need to say to you:

Go, chase your dream.
Run through the brisk wind,
take a chance,
fall down and cry hard,
taste your food, learn 
from
those wiser than yourself. And yes,
follow the road less traveled
(you know, 
the one that has made
all the difference).

As you walk your path
catching lightning bugs and