Jan 03

Best Dreams

Wind sharp as a knife
Whips at me making the pain last,
For what feels like eternity.
Each second taunts me,
Moving so slow that it feels like it is frozen,
And it very well might be in this weather.
I pull my coat closer
And imagine myself back inside, safe and warm.
But in reality I am chasing my dream,
A fierce and nearly impossible idea.
I fight harder this time
And let the wind beat my poor skin.
I look farther and see,
I am close to the end.
That seemingly long time is coming to a destination.
And I know now, that only the best dreams
Are worth fighting for.