“No matter how hopeless, no matter how far.” – Joe Darion
I can’t help but think – despite ample evidence to the contrary – that I am a member of an optimistic species. We like to chase dreams. And the fact that they’re sometimes impossible doesn’t make them any less desirable. For some strange reason it only makes us crave them more.
I have an active (occasionally overactive) imagination and a fertile fantasy life, but I like to believe I’m always aware of the location of the line separating fantasy from reality. I keep a close watch on this heart of mine.
To love pure and chaste from afar
Some things are too painful to confront. They’re better buried under the boredom and monotony of working and sleeping and eating and watching screens than examined in raw detail after being dragged into the blinding light of consciousness. One such unconfrontable is the desire for the impossible.
To run where the brave dare not go
The wish to retain youth, long after it’s spent
To try when your arms are too weary
Or the wish for the touch of a loved one who’s dead
To bear with unbearable sorrow
Or the wish for simple answers to problems that have confounded history’s greatest thinkers
To reach the unreachable star
Some of us choose to believe the substances we abuse won’t do to our bodies what they’ve done to everyone else’s, or that our lies will never be unmasked, or that our love can change someone else’s behavior or that an apology can undo the cause for our contrition. Or that we can re-cross a bridge we’ve reduced to ash.
To right the unrightable wrong
You can’t change the past but each time the planet rolls around again and your place on it faces the sun again you have a brand new chance to change the present.
To dream the impossible dream