if only dreams,
would be anticipated like fruit on trees,
though ripening in season,
predictability explains the reason.
but the probabilities in life,
castrates our supposedly,
well worked foresight.
the reality of dreams live in
valleys of numerous possibilities,
“if” takes precedence as something normative,
though hard work,
might be a viable criteria,
it’s not the defining element,
to a dream’s concealment.
Note: Wrote this yesterday while sitting on the train. At points it was a bumpy ride but when the mind has something, we need to be servants to creativity wherever we may be or we might lose it. That would be bad. 9 Sept 2011