Dreams like soft dust on still books. These pages never read.
It is difficult sometimes
To be the person we wish we could be
Rather than the individual
We regret
We are.
It is easy
To fall victim
To ourselves.
These habits on a wheel
Revolving like a rat
Re-enforcing the idea
That one day
The race will be won.
Wouldn’t it be easy
To step aside
And change the way we think?
There is nothing to win,
But ourselves.
There is nothing to lose,
But ourselves.
Habits of thought are feedback loops
Carving and solidifying personal realities.
To change one’s reality
Is to change the way we think and feel
And see past the wheel spinning.
Even if it requires conceiving
In the inconceivable
For the inconceivable
Is still a possibility
In the infinite possibilities that exist.