What do you dream about in the midst of the night?
Before morning sneaks in after your courage takes flight?
Where does the author of your destiny hide?
When the passion for your desires and reality collide?
Do you feel cheated when you lay vulnerable in your bed?
And a montage of what should have been parades in your head?
Do feel like all of your defenses have been taken?
Are you convinced that all of your efforts and intensions have been forsaken?
Do you take a deep breath and allow the tears to fall
Then pull yourself together so you can tear down the wall?
The wall that engulfs you in fear and doubt
And tries to convince you that there is no way out?
Do you call out to the heavens?
Do you scream, do you curse?
Do you make your demands to the universe?
Do you snatch the pen from whomever you have allowed to write your story?
Do you take responsibility for your sorrow and your glory?
Do you muster up your strength and call on your will
To grace every dream and desire that you yearn to fulfill?
Or do you accept the idea that you lay vulnerable in your bed
and give power to the montage of what should have been that YOU have created in your head?