Aspirations

When aspiration and reality meet

And kiss

Then life’s toils alchemize to pleasures

And minutes dissolve into hours

And refreshment arises like manna

And the wilderness blossoms in abundance

And the path widens clear and smooth

But when aspiration and reality collide

And aspiration crumbles

Then life’s pleasures rust into toils

And minutes morph into hours

And fatigue hangs like chains

And the wilderness encircles you like a cave

And your tunnel echoes with fate’s cruel laughter

Dream big and free, but pray

For strength to temper

Your aspiration

For though it may lead to pinnacles

It also causes falls from great heights