John Castro Poet Rhyme

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

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Andrea Dietrich October 19, 2013 at 2:23 AM I felt like i were inside a dream chasing something. I wish I had dreams I were chasing. I feel like mine kind of went away since about ten years ago. A poem for pondering.