Dreams

I have these dreams,
They come and go but its always the same;
The times of season differ but the content and meaning remains unchanged;
I have this dream of prosperity;
A dream of riches that I spread and nurture throughout my family;
My riches include knowledge, respect, appreciation, comfort, love, and peace;
The goals I set are all linkages to this dream;
A reverie of prosperity;
I feel like it’s a race to the finish;
I want to be the first to get there, however I don’t mind being last;
Just as long as I am counted in for the winnings;
Those in the race are those directly related to me;
Some have chosen to run this race, others were forced;
We are all in this race, for different reasons;
As the whistle blows, our feet scurry off;
We trample those that are lagging behind;
Some fall as the tides rise;
We are swimming to get to the shore;
This is the first part of the race;
We were forced to jump off the ship;
Many don’t make it through;
Its one of those things where if you don’t believe you can do it, you don’t stand a chance;
The real challenge is when you notice a loved one sinking they are calling for help;
The rules say that you must not look back;
Your heart says you should leave no one behind;
In this instance the choice is yours;
For in this particular race no one is led out to sea to die;
They have just defaulted their chance at the golden medal;
The next obstacle is a race to the finish;
It more like a stampede, if you ask me;
You could easily be trampled to death by the others waiting upon the shore;
Running on the beach is tough enough as it is;
Your feet are heavy;
The wet sand pulling you deeper into the earth;
The cramps in your thighs forges tears to your eyes;
Now running with the burdens of the world on your shoulder;
You are drifting further and further behind;
but yet you still run;
Nothing, no one, can tell you that you are not destined to win;
If in fact you don’t begin feeding the lines of defeat to yourself;
With the sun beating about your head and shoulders you may fall prey, to the heat;
Your mind will become distorted;
Your thoughts jaded;
The enemy becomes your best friend;
Your foe can smell the fear leaking through the sweat on your brow;
Much like a fox the hunt is on;
As the dangerous contemplation of failure overwhelms the mind;
You begin slowly sinking into the sands just before the flags to finish;
You are so close to the end;
However your opponent draws near, and is sure to take you under;
They may even offer you water to heal the soars of your burning throat;
Stopping without notice you sit;
Hoping to find comfort, and the support of a friend;
Only the cup is empty;
Your adversary gone;
Gone with the wind;
A blurred shadow, in the heats wave;
Left behind;
The dreams of prosperity;
Trusting the friends, that are also family
I have this dream of prosperity;
It doesn’t matter if I finish last just, so I am included in winnings;
I’m running daily;
This marathon of opulence;
Trying to catch just a glimpse of affluence;
The contestants are dropping around me like flies;
I can see red in the eyes gunning for my place, in this race;
Nearing the end, I can smell the win;
But as I get close to the lines drawn in the sand;
My mind drifts and I begin to halluncinate;
Has this whole race been a dream;
Am I delusional of such a thing;
Is the world a competitive place;
As I have set the pace for this race;
I have these visions of riches, beyond my wildest dreams;
Is the race a figment of my imagination;
Or is it the dream that is unrealistic…