Being brave enough to begin, stepping forward, not quitting, taking on all challenges in life. Caution; exercising prudence, biting tongue, silence. Although shocking to a fighter, this involves growing; a wiser person peers about.

Causes may be soul-shaking, dreamed for change comes; sometimes. Trying your best, believing, might realize your hopes, secure lasting reward. Equally, heartfelt determination may not be enough; vibrant good times can fade to shaded gray.

Introspection arrives, the mind searches for truths; or not! Snap out of it, hey, you with that blank stare. Now I’m getting an attitude!

FIVE MILE LOOK

Someone talking from so far away,

But what got said, I just cannot say.

“Did you just hear me”? My shoulder shook,

Back in focus with a five-mile look.

Head at a tilt while something is said,

Words in this ear then out of my head.

“Hey, stop zoning out; that’s just not fair,”

All that’s received is a mile’s deep stare.

Dream about this, muse on paths not walked,

Then missed something while someone talking.

If it’s that important, write a book,

Just let me enjoy my five-mile look.

Fighting for what you believe in; starting, a first step in a journey of the heart, the risk moving forward. Caution; a shocker involving listening, that may be bedrock to success. If not, a more strategic beginning for next time.

A cause; believing in your song strongly enough to keep dancing. However, as in all things, the universe doesn’t always move to the heart’s melody. Hoped-for change crashes to rubble, the world goes sunless gray with your mood.

Suddenly a voice from far away bounces off the protective bubble, where I crawled, inside my head. Hey, it’s me, life, remove that stupid look, get on your feet, and try again. Winners are movers and shakers the universe doesn’t tolerate slackers.