Jan 15

Impossible Dreams

Up high in the sky
Is where my dreams exists,
While cold hard ground
Races under me.
Longingly I gaze up past the clouds to my dreams
Hoping maybe I will fly
And grab them with my open hands.
The wind picks up,
I move to the tips of my toes
But I don’t rise,
I get lifted.
Helpful believing hands
Carry me higher to my dreams.
Without those hands I would still live grounded,
Because achieving the impossible can’t be done
Alone.