To the dream that is engrossed within,
To the hope that it is safe and breathing,

To the pen, the paper, the morning tea,
To the mountains, the clouds, the loneliness and me,

To see, To feel, To dream, To realize,
To grow, To age, To mature, To materialize,

To be scattered within me and my thoughts,
To ink them all, without any blots,

To once understand what is I,
To once make sense of the sky,

To once at least smile alone,
To once at least be without a phone,

To travel to an unknown place,
To run alone, without a race,

To follow the sun from rise to set,
To taste the rain, to once get wet,

To wonder what lies ahead,
To look back at everything I ever said,

To take a break for a month or two,
To be free for once from this worldly zoo,

To have the courage to someday, cross the line.
To live for once the dream that is mine…

Excellent write. Never give up on your dreams.