I had a dream which I clung to
My heart refusing to give up
Though daily my body weakened
Toppling beneath ambition’s weight
Like an addict I would pursue
The thrilling heights of achievement
While eyes would forever look to
The place I could find my next fix
And so I never paused to ask
Just what my purpose had become
What did I really want from this?
Why was I never satisfied?
No one will ever tell you to
Let go of your high-flying dreams
But if they start to poison you
Perhaps it’s time to cease your race
Pause before your body tumbles
Your bones eroded by fatigue
Stop to rest and reconsider
What it is that really matters
Success will come when you stay true
To the mind, the heart, and body
When there’s logic to what you do;
Presence and inner harmony
Image: Dali, The Persistence of Memory