“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist
Pain demands my nurture forcing my mind to comprehend,
worry and pain will come, as hitchhikers on my journey.
Do I choose to accept these passengers
harbingers of future discomfort and agony
or shut the door and speed past the beckoning stare.
Find your joy in the speed of passing
not in the bend of examinations after the fact.
My head turns upwards, back towards the road
finding my dreams beyond torturous riders.