A World Of Our Dreams
I was sure, I’d become a basketball hero;
a savant of the sport; a star;
my prospects for such; amounted to zero;
my dreams were more than bizzare.
Most of us long to become a hero,
to those we love and respect;
we might as well, be fiddling like Nero;
such images we’ll never project.
Such dreams are often fantasy illusions;
only futures we wanted to see;
the future, itself, brought humbling conclusions;
a sports hero; I wasn’t to be.
As a young boy; playing outside, in the mud;
such dreams had really great appeal;
when, with reality, they collided with a thud;
my alternate visions; became surreal.
It’s a fool’s errand to live in our dreams;
tho most, long to be others; secretly;
neither truth; nor reality is all that it seems;
we will become what God meant us to be.
God has given us all, our own life purpose;
what he really intended we be;
with gifts inserted deep under the surface;
then giving us eyes to see.
Yet, many continue to follow empty dreams;
to the truth; they still remain blind;
if they support this kingdom’s evil schemes;
they may well be left behind.
Monty 2/13/24. # 2,001