Looking Up

How long before the cobwebs grow on hopes deferred once bright to toil long in patience grow only to concede - "hey, it's life" Tops of mountains beckon come majestic sights and purest air yet to perplexities we seem to succumb when the present finds us ill-prepared And so we linger looking up the beloved trek unmade for incumbent priorities to lose would crush as we look with longing and walk away In the vicinity of a perfect dream gleaning from smiles that slowly grow No sail to hoist but the ore rejoiced for the love with which it rowed Who can say the choices we make will in the end prove wise or show beyond the shadows doubt to be promises of truth or lies And so we take a leap of faith for dreams we live and those we wish fear and love they coexist when the choice is choosing a mate