My Dream

My dream is the mountain I climb

I scale doubt and optimism on the way to the top

Trying on the way up to get a grip on faith, hope and

chance is a ledge I try to step up on

My dream is the mountain so high

Atop my life

I have no rope; I have no spikes

I have me and ambition

And a t-shirt with courage on it

Sweat tells my brow

keep going you’re making progress

but my exhaustion says otherwise

but I say that’s another lie

to get me to stop

My shoes have no sole or no soul

But I do…

And my spirit lives there

With its GPS attitude

Step here; grip there hold here;

destination 3 beliefs ahead

My dream is now my reality

Set my sights; I have it in front of me

The mountain now seems like stairs

I’ll take each step and breathe opportunities air

My dream is the mountain I’ve climbed

And I love the view

Love the journey

The holes in my shoes

It was worth the climb

Worth the risk

Now climb your own mountain

No matter what it is…

©2009 Wayne Box Miller