Lost Dreams?

I wish my dreams would still be here... They're on the bridge, and oh so near! But once that bright light shines on new I can no longer see them through. In the deep I can reach to touch, But sometimes here it seems too much. I like to fall into that place Where it feels like there is no race. Those memories seem to be gone, But I'll keep dreamin’ on and on. I might make those memories real, But that is an arduous deal... How can I live with this story When the real does not have glory? Or is this for mediation, And a source of motivation? I shall look at it in new light, For this story I need to fight. This trial might inspire me To be a treasure all can see. My story is different this time I feel that I can conquer and climb! It’s now my everlasting goal- I cannot, and shall not withhold.