Prompt: write a poem based on an image from a dream.
Who is the architect of this dream?
Should it not be I
the protagonist of my own life?
The landscapes are stunning
A world of endless opportunity
Surrounded by friends and worthy opponents
I am the center of this story
Yet I am not in control
I am limited, constrained
Fighting against etherial training wheels
I jump
gravity pulls me down
I run
my pace is slow
my breath is insufficient
my balance unreliable
I am on a mission
but I lose my way
or plans backfire
resources fail
It is never simple
nor easy
nor “fair”
but the challenge urges me forward
I know that I can wake up
escape if it goes too far
but with that choice comes knowing
I’ll never get it back
I am not the architect
my potential not uncapped
But I’ve learned that the dream
is more than the outcome
it’s the happenings along the way