Instructions on Acquiring Dreams

It can be a fine line to walk, the definition between dreaming and disregard for God's path for your life. To be honest, sometimes I struggle with the feeling that God wants me to do things with my life that I don't want at all, and it takes me some time to admit that if it really does come to that, he knows better than me. I hope you read this as redemptive, not sorrowful.

I am a willing pupil, please, teach me to dream.

I hear so many things; set your sights high,

let your heart soar, dare to imagine,

where do I begin?

My nights are not blank slates,

but covered in pitch and tar,

dank and devoid of any plot or patch

that may yield anything but chaff.

Is that my problem? Does it matter

that my dreams are impractical,

of no good to any others,

selfish and squarely focused

on those passions people beg me to repress,

or should I give them all the finger

and do what I think best?

Settling is hardly praised or gloried,

but it might well be the best,

if I haven’t learned the procedure

to keep my dreams alive

perhaps I’m not meant to keep them,

and should lay them to the side,

walking along this narrow path,

not wondering where it leads,

not looking for blades of grass,

but claiming that each mote of dust

as the treasure meant for me,

and see in time that soil,

while hardly sought or prized

is certainly resilient,

a greatly needed item

if the harvest is to come

and think for once of others

and not this selfish bum.