Dreaming in stereo

I have a friend who is a dancer. She danced in college and even pursued it professionally in New York City for a while until circumstances caused her to return home. This week she quit her steady, reliable bank job. It was only supposed to be part-time and temporary until she figured out what she was going to do next with dance, but had turned full-time and dangerously close to a career. Some of her friends and family have questioned the wisdom of her decision and she’s even doubted herself at times so since I’ve been in a poetry mood I wrote this for her to show her I understand what she’s going through.

I’ve always wondered how people can go through life without big dreams to aim for for. What keeps them going? What makes life worth living. Sometimes I wish I could be happy with the simple things in life but mostly I want to be a superstar. I know many of this blog’s readers share my passion for dreaming so this is for all of you…

They don’t get it
I know–
Simple people
simple goals–

People change
they say–
You might too
they say

A steady job
a nice car
sensible shoes
The American Dream

It’s a competitive field
they say–
Have a back-up plan
they say–

Screw ’em
I say

You’re a full-time dreamer
pain and all
no insurance
no assurance

Nothing but hope
and fear
and passion
and fire

You don’t want The American Dream
You want The Impossible Dream