I see a picture in my head
and reach to grasp it
I see a picture in my head
and think why not
Why leave it on a post card
or frame it on the wall
When I can be there
Be it!

Something in me screams
At the thought of an ordinary life
Something in me
wants to be amongst the 5 per cent
that is known world over, doing something great
Now, that is a statistic I can take
Something in me screams
There has to be more
and that something propels my feet

Chasing the dream
Till I lay hold of it
Chasing my vision
Because it chases me
Does not let me sit still, does not let me settle
Constantly asking ‘might this be it?’
Is this it?!
Are all the stories told
Is all the change made
Am I at my best?
I give a shaky response-no

So I hear a whisper in my heart “on your marks”
and off I go
Chasing my dreams again