It had been just but a few years, pretty rough, in my thoughts.
People had been through hell and back, yet I felt I was in one.
I keep on wondering what really I had accomplished.
Was I an inspiration?
Was I a role model?
Was I but an older guy like the rest?
I had dreams, I wrote down goals.
The law of attraction they said.
Pray more they said.
So I dug deeper into a muddy pool of quick sand.
Only that I wasn’t sinking.
I was stuck, sinking in my own thoughts.
Every day, I sat on the same chair.
Every day, I realized the veracity of my life.
Every day, thoughts of my dreams reminded me of what I hadn’t accomplished.
A cycle of never-changing days, each day absolutely the same with the next.
I also had dreams, young and ambitious.
I went ahead and took on life, a desire to do everything.
A desire, filled with castle-air promises.
Time, ticking away slowly, is of the essence.
An escape is all I needed.
Leave my mind behind, sinking in its thoughts.
My thoughts pause, just for a while.
The voice on the other end reminds me of my obligation.
The voice reminds me of my big dreams that got narrower and specific.
The voice reminds me of my small yet of magnitude accomplishments.
The voice reminds me of a home I’m to go to.
The voice reminds me of family I’ve built up.
The voice is a constant reminder that I’m still on the highway of life.
A voice, reminding me that I’m young enough to dream,
But old enough to do what it takes, to accomplish them, step by step.
Voices, mature enough to show me what I’ve build so far.
They remind me, through my sinking thoughts.