Reaching for stars is a hobby of mine,
Dreamer's delight, pastime of fools.
Bold aspirations and lofty desires
Lost in the cold cataclysmic pool
Of stark reality, raising its head,
Bringing me back to the here and now.
Yet, not losing sight of the vision before me,
Always exploring the why and the how.
Waiting around for good fortune to strike
Is a sad waste of time far too precious to lose.
Choices are plentiful, pathways abound in
Every direction. We need only choose
For the door to swing open and show us the way
To our very own secret desire,
Our pillar of truth, the heavenly star
To which we most humbly aspire.
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