In first grade I would always say
that when I grew up I wanted to be
a hairdresser or first grade teacher,
no question asked.
I didn't worry about the pay
or the prestige,
I followed what my heart tasked.
As our soul weathers society
and our years wither by,
the ability to dream
simply runs dry.
Expectations of others
steal our dove hearts
and cage them up in conformity
instead of letting our passions free.
We tell ourselves its realism
when in reality its just a box
where we contain our insecurities
and settle for the faux
version of ourselves.
So dare to dream of being
that hairdresser or teacher
or even dream of more
without shame or worry
knocking at your door.
Vividly picture the house on the hill
with the kids running around
or backpacking Europe,
your feet always hitting new grounds
or the college class you will one day teach
or the Sunday sermon you long the preach
Dare to dream it all, big and small.
Because your future self
will look back and either say
you played it safe and paved your way,
but your passion never flew.
Or day by day you dreamed
and slowly came into the "You"
God grew from the start,
as he relentlessly pursued your heart.
