I had a dream last night
One I actually remember
I was in the woods and I was all alone.
I was on a path,
I was late, I was running
When suddenly my path was blocked by an enormous stone.
And then it all shifted,
Like with dreams things often do
Now the boulder was a mountain I thought I had to climb.
I woke with a start
Was it boulder or mountain?
What path, what woods, will I figure it out in time?
You’re on a path
That’s what you tell yourself
That’s the mantra that sustains you through the sleepless nights.
You know you could get from here to there
If you could just roll that stone
If you were sure it was a stone
And not a mountain or a wall
That will never ever fall
If you were sure it truly was your path at all.
Thank the obstacles
They make you stop and think
Is the problem out there
Or is it inside?
Bless the boulders
And when you’re ready
They may roll themselves away or turn to dust
Or cause you to look – over there!
There’s another way, a better way when you trust.
Bye bye boulder.