Plan B.

And here I am again..

In the middle of no-man’s land.

Outstretch my hands.

Trying to catch my wishes before they hit the sand.

Tried to wish upon a shooting star…

But mine were just too big to make it that far.

Heavy bits of failed attempts drop from above and leave my palms bruised and scarred.

Collecting and gathering every wishful shard,

so I can push, pull and drag my dreams out of Imagination’s junkyard.

Through Broken Boulevards.

Past Fantasy’s graveyard.

Straight to Reality’s backyard…

Never knowing if my wants will be realized, yet too proud to give up or compromise…

So I’ve made up my mind to roll up my sleeves.

Done tripping on wishes…

I’ll do it manually.

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17 thoughts on “Plan B.

  1. Never.Give.Up. Valuable lesson learned, to be sure!
    “so I can push, pull and drag my dreams out of Imagination’s junkyard.
    Through Broken Boulevards.
    Past Fantasy’s graveyard.
    Straight to Reality’s backyard…”
    Really loving the cadence and visual on these lines. Bravo!

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