Forging the Key

I tell myself I don’t need it That the whole thing’s just a dream And that there’s no way in heaven So just leave it to fall back to sleep But this dream must be on a sugar-high I can feel it bouncing against the Inside of my skull And sending electrical pulses Through my veins (which probably isn’t healthy) All the way down to my toes Like a child at the age of eight On October 31st I realize there is no hope for rest So I’ll give in to this impulse And speak “What is your plan?” The dream speaks back Eager to begin a journey that has a lock Without a key “And that is your job” Speaks the dream “Find the key to open up this journey” I must spend four years at school With camera in my hand Blending clips of nonsense Until the puzzle makes sense Then excelling in my field will be the Trickiest of all Hundreds upon thousands try the leap Only to fall But if I leap the distance Then think of what I’ll be Enjoying riches to do with What I please Whether aiding in saving the planet Or building the greatest library anyone will have ever seen Alongside that I’ll travel Across widespread seas and daring mountains To every corner of the world Seeing every culture unfurled Drinking in the beauty of it all Whilst doing my favorite job I pondered this plan And spoke back to the dream “Let’s go make that key.”