The Lost Realist

Ever looked at the heavens,
On a cold cloudless night,
Seen the millions of stars floating,
Twinking in their eternal flight?

Ever peeked into your mind,
With its millions of worries,
Memories, Desires and Fears,
And seen how small they are?

Look at the heavens my friend,
There are bigger things than you,
The world is a beautiful, grand place,
And you are here for no reason.

That is the way it should be,
For you have the gift of freedom,
You are free to choose your purpose,
Free to choose what to do.

But in chasing your dreams,
Whatever they may be, never forget,
You chose your dreams, your life,
They did not choose you.

Give it your best and leave it at that,
Do not make your dreams your prison.
When your concerns seem all-important,
Look up at the heavens and realize…

Its a small life and you are a small child playing,
Your dreams are the game you chose to play.
Love your chosen few with all your heart,
And let your soul roam free, with the stars.