Go, Chase Your Dream.

I hear your song— the longing lyrics of being known, a rhythmic pulse of blood and tears to 
prove what you are made of, a common dream of worth. I look in your eyes— it’s as if I’m staring in a mirror, you on the other side. I want to protect you and embrace you all at once. I sense your passion— who am I to dampen your flame? I still have dreams I’m chasing, senseless though they may seem to those who’ve (by now) snuffed their flame out. This is what I need to say to you: Go, chase…