Never Change It

A dream. A hope. A prayer held deep in your heart. A goal. A challenge. Bound to tear your world apart. You spend your life thinking about it, Every waking minute, Of every single day. Wondering, Praying. Couldn't there be another way? It's hard to imagine. Hard to handle. Hard to grasp. That all these things, Will never be completed, Before that final gasp. When you have been nothing, Nowhere near, Close to who you wanted to be. But if you really thought about, Then maybe, just maybe, You'd see. Dreams can be wonderful, Beautiful, Full of life. But in a second, They could be stabbed With a razor sharp knife. For even if you do succeed, And finally reach that goal, What you want. It's usually your regret, That always, Always, Seems to taunt. For in the end, When you finally really think. Even freedom is a bad goal to pursue. After you've changed your whole life. The choices you've made, Will come back to you. As you realize that possibly, God may have planned for your life To go this way. To have so many empty dreams, So many abandoned goals. That's the way it should stay. You should never have to change it.