Dreams

I'm following a leader that doesn't have my full attention.
Not to mention, that my legs are getting tired as they start to settle.
Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here?
Knowing that I'm only continuing on because of my biggest fear.
To be back in a position, where I can't satisfy my needs.
So my wants become even more out of reach.
I just want nothing more then to follow my dreams.
As my face flashes across the big screen.
And I promise that it isn't even for the fame,
But when you need something to keep you sane.
Like how music seems to soothe my soul.
And my body moves without warning.
And my lips spew noise without a care.
And the way my pen glides as if the paper was a lover that just came back from sea.
See! That's how you know that you're destined to perform arts.
Yet I'm sitting in a class that has phosphofructokinase limiting my rate at to which I would get to my dreams. And I'm craving more sugar for energy.
But the finish line is in my view.
And as soon as this race is over,
I'll start the real marathon.
And greet my future with open arms,
And kool aid smiles.
A dream that I'll never wake up from.