A dream in progress.

“A dream in Progress”

Does failure always spark a renaissance?

Does hunger always front the ravenous road?

Do we only rise as high as the things we are told we cannot do?

Or is it all a case of fate or happenstance?

Perhaps, it is that only one thing matters at all

Inside us is this insatiable beast

Our wants, our needs, our never-do-well

The idea that we are better than us

And success is the key to our sense of loss

We can barrel it  all up

And the dogs loose

Not give a damn or care about everything

Things are solid

Or everything shifts

We can be stuck in that barrel

Or open everything up

Yet

Our dreams never die

Always aching for that something more

New palaver for the store

What will we do with these things?

We always fall short

We cannot afford to give up

We are pilgrims in process

Sick beds and open heart transplants

Changing in the midst of the storm

Finding ourselves at the moment of our deaths

Joined to live and joined to die

In process

In process

In process

With an end

What we must never fear is the idea of regret

The things that have a taste of sting but not the sting itself

We are unhinged creatures learning to fly again

We are in process, process, and process

Never to fear the idea of regress

We are God’s dream

In progress.