The dreams of my young adulthood seem like islands. Once visible and in reach, they have floated further away.
I float in the open waters and busily tread, focused more on surviving than arriving at some distant island now. Sometimes the water is calm and other times it is rough, but I wonder if these islands were just hallucinations implanted in me ages ago.
I wonder if we should have learned more about the rough ocean waters than the pristine islands in school.
To be continued…
