Chasing Dreams

Chasing dreams on sixth sense  
An awakening of the mind 
It rings bells, of realisation  


Eventually there comes a time 
When one has to step out, get your feet dirty 
And walk in the fields of dreams had 


Many have pictured notions of change 
To impact and leave a legacy in this world, behind 
Then they go back into the safety of preoccupation 


Procrastination sleeping away on day light 
With excuses of why not now 
And each day, the cock crows 


Rings bells of thoughts of awaking 
Frustration of the present development 
But fearful of taking the plunge 


The surroundings are quick to discourage 
Fall in line, every one else is, why you with difference 
Numb down the excitement of change, fall in line 


Before long, opportunity passes by 
While the stories become only of relevance to
What could have been done  


Eventually there comes a time of fulfillment  
And triers luck may shine bright 
On the one who took a step to stand alone 


But no such eventuality 
For the man who feared the rain 
And went back in, at the sound of thunder 


If I don't make it past the first post 
I gained value from having the experience 
In chasing dreams, tomorrow will tell


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A Mexican Stand-off

Some times I feel like greed 
Going after too many objects that glitter  
My eyes goes blind, and I am left with none  


Close though, always close enough 
To taste ownership of the dream 
So I make a come back, on addiction of ambition 


Sometimes I stretch so much, so far  
I lose elasticity and take on other forms 
Like what lies between magic and the spell "half baked"

Longer in such forms than I want to be 

In transformation state. No one is suppose to look 
In the  hot eyes of melting ore, not for that long  

Some times it is the commitment that lacks 

Like sitting to watch a screen play about, me myself a' I  
By a bunch of rebellious teenagers, with other plans 


There is always that tingling feeling 
That takes me back, with strive 
For a while away from procrastination 


That lures me into just one more step 

When I am past the muscles  stretch of strength  

Just one more, to shy procrastination 

Sometimes I take that step, with vim  

Other times I feel  so stretched 
Chasing two dreams on opposite ends 


Facing a Mexican stand-off with a handicap  
Awaiting for outcome on count down 
Between sat in sofa comfort procrastination and strive 


Something has got to give, that is the rule
Something always gives, that is the rule 
When the needle drops, that is the rule  

But for renewed strength from back bones 
Which says to one, take on the two, am with you 
I believe in you, and no mountain is too high to climb 


To make it to one's feet 
And still be the fastest shooter 
With smith and western 

Ever So Often

Fighting my demons 
And I hold the ball
First rule is realisation 
Follows as, so as it goes  


Ever so often, too often    
On reflection in thoughts   
I sit and stare, I wonder   
A thousand list comes to mind  


Of mountains to climb  
And some are expedient   
Some stands as the block works
For castles to be built with   


And I project   
My desire and ambitions  
Seen on road maps blue print   
This would be the definition of me  


But ever so often   
Like nightmare on Groundhog day  
Procrastination seems to find me
Get the better of me, ever so often   


Just before I take the plunge   
Stack  on me like a leach with a course   
Sending me under anaesthetic reactions  
And that is me gone for the week, amnesia   


Forward time on slow productivity  
There I am still with wish list   
Of mountains course to climb in ambition   
To think I never moved an inch, too often  


So Monday morning comes again   
Filled with vim and forward thinking  
This time this week, excitement   
I shall bring the bells home  


Hoping I stay awake, long enough through the week  
Avoiding the roads with land mines stack  
Where procrastination of leach men stand  
Oh I see you lurking in the corner, ever so often