Dream Chaser

chasing a dream in a tunnel of steam and smoke running really fast gasping for air as i choke clinching my fist swinging at shadows as they pop in and out of the mist catching my dream at the end of the tunnel is something i dearly wish but all i can see is the hour of sorrow that holds stedfast at the end of the line and even good morrow is bitter and sour like the taste of a twisted lime but my dreams keep running and the faster my stride the faster she tends to run like a bullet inside a six chambered barrel shot from a loaded gun but this is the pursuit of a happy endeavor no matter what the outcome maybe and although life throws you whatever just keep on chasing your dreams