a poem

the world lies before us,  
vast, ugly, beautiful 
yearning for those who will turn their dreams into realities.
it's the only way to make a difference
to touch people.

a poor place the world will be without dreamers
the world is them;
they make us see what is possible.
but the world reveres creators
in them we all see the God us.
dreamer or creator?
which are you?

certainly, admire the waves
but make it into a sport, 
and ride the waves;
adore the bird
but make yourself and others fly too.
don't just stand and stare, 
many do it.

today was yesterday's dream 
someone's impossibility
another's grand breakthrough.

the world is not waiting for you.
it never will.
Only those who dare and say "Here I'm"
them the world beacons.