it feels like a deep longing
I can't overcome through change or just
letting the wind toss me about

steeped in years of foreign respect
and sidelined influence the dream haunts
me like nothing has or ever will

this dream shatters every time I enter reality
and forms again unharmed at the slightest touch:
it is destiny unreachable, silent sacrificial lamb

water beads on the glass as I try to cope
with a lifetime of good decisions,
really swell advice followed now consuming

me like it always has--I can drop to my
knees but every single time I tap back in
because even shadow safety trumps desire.