Dear keeper of dreams,
I know who you are.
I know everything about you.
You disguise yourself as perfection,
You are the fear,
that does everything you can to hold
me back, that begs me to be complacent.
But I see through you.
Keeper of dreams you are the journey never started because when
you look at the road ahead you see struggle, you see impossible.
You don't see the opportunity or the reward,
but I do.
Keeper of dreams you are the voice in the back of my head that
constantly reminds me, conformity, would be easier,
that forfeiting greatness would lift
a tremendous burden off a my shoulders.
But I live for that burden.
Keeper of dreams you are the odds,
telling me that I am only one in a world of seven billion.
That someone else will achieve it, create it,
make it happen, but if there must be one, it can and will be ME!
Keeper of dreams you are the voice of supposed
rationality warning me into an area I know nothing about.
That I should wait,
that I'm not an expert,
that I'm not good enough.
But I have always believed that learning as
you go is better than to not going at all!...
One day, Keeper of Dreams,
I will not know you, I will have left you behind,
outrun your grasp.
See; because what I'm trying to do doesn't leave me time for you.
Greatness doesn't come from following the path made by the crowd,
It comes from the relentless carving out of your own.
Conformity gets you more of the same,
It's an exchange of dreams for the ability to
feel like everyone else in line at the grocery store.
Keeper of Dreams,
I appreciate the beauty in life too much.
The pursuit of the things everyday
that make it better than the one before it.
I will never give that up!
I want what seems unnecessary, over the top, out of the ordinary.
Keeper of Dreams, Don't You Get It? You will never win!
I will give up my car, my clothes,
every luxury in my life before I concede
to you, before I give in to what is easy!
I may be in winter now, but spring is coming, summer is coming,
and all I can think about is sitting on top of
the world and being so thankful that I left you...
because Keeper of Dreams you cant keep mine.
They are my oxygen, they are why I get up in the morning,
So while I thank you for reminding me of what it takes to
win in this world, smothered in mediocrity and insecurity,
I'm dismissing you to somewhere else, anywhere but here!
Because Keeper of Dreams,
my ride awaits...

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