What lies beyond a hope... behind a dream?
Are my ambitions the cream
of the crop?
Will I make it to the top
of the heap?
Or, by mishap or perchance
wait for another?
Am I the door
through which another gains the floor
to success?
Where should I turn?
Which dreams do I burn
and bury?
Is there time to curry
a new hope?
Or should I pull in my rope
and surrender to destiny
and never even see
what lies beyond a dream?
Is my life simply another
hopeless scheme?
Oh, to be a goldfish, to dive into the bowl and see beyond the glass - 'twas always a fancy of mine. Not forever, mind you, just for that moment for new perspective. Introspection can be a bugger, but I think it's what us writers do best. =)