Palpable heat on a summer's night
A generous breeze and life sways left, right;
Crickets seem restless with ceaseless chirps
'About what?' I ask - no reply, of course.

Don't they say 'What you see is what you are?'
See the mud below then you're in the rough;
See the stars up high then you're a flier...

So I ask myself: 'Anxious, why?'
'Because of everything, and because of nothing at all.'

Everything, and nothing.

Everything is fine, and everything is not
Can everything I have ever be everything that I sought?
Forget dreams turning fantasy into reality -
Can my reality be my vision of ecstasy?

Don't they say 'Don't think so much and do so little?'
For what good is it to dream of everything
And do nothing, do nothing...

So I tell myself: 'Say nothing at all,'
'So that one day, I will wake up to a dream.'

My dream.

Let dreams seep into reality.
May your anxiety of everything together and nothing at all be
The hands that hold your dream of doing everything
And your dream of doing nothing.

Don't they say 'Don't dream big dreams,'
Failure is afoot and you'll miss your step
Get down from that cloud, come now, alight.

So I say to myself: 'Not yet, not now,'
'Not until the sun comes around...

... A million times more.'

This poem is for the dreamers out there who feel like a fork has been thrown in their plans. Let me say to you that if it is worthy, please don't give up. If it is something that makes you feel alive - gives you more energy, more happiness, more of what is good - make it happen in any way you can. And if you can't right now, the day will come when you can.

Until then, keep the momentum, keep the faith, and keep the hope.