Dreams To Die For

Along the shoreline, I used to walk,

Watching the albatrosses flying by.

They’d a goal they starved to achieve

Even in sleep they kept gliding by

Sometimes even their wings were locked

But kudos to them! they never stopped.

Why would they when they’d gone so far?

Even they started with a muddy claw and bloody scar

Why won’t I with so much wisdom?

When there are dreams to die for.