It’s late at night, and I think about my dreams

I’d love to fly around the world, 

to experience all the riches it has to offer,

Dive into the deepest ocean,

Climb to base camp at Everest and stand in awe at Chomolungma, draped in clouds 

I want to meet people from around the world, 

Break bread, and learn the languages. 

I want to travel the Camino de San Miguel,

And think about those who have travelled it throughout the ages,

Hoping for enlightenment, healing, or out of a sense of duty 

I would use my quill to transcribe my journeys,

Writing for myself, to press the memory onto my neural circuitry.

But right now,

It is only dreams.

Dreams that keep me inspired to continue, 

Aspirations for the future, 

A goal to continually strive for

My quill and I shall work together to capture today, 

while tomorrow awaits