Smell Of Fresh Soil – Day 225, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Fresh mulch permeates the air,
As new seeds are planted into a mind,
Where ideas are desperate to germinate.
Staying stuck in the weeds is no longer suitable for a soul thirsty to feel something new.
Something besides dry humor,
And,
A plate of burgers along french fries while watching whatever the algorithm decides to feed it that night.
No more city lights…
I desire that darkness post-sunset while the stars light up the entire sky,
Without its beauty canopied by sheets of fog laid down by our lack of love…
But,
How can I bring such a dream to life the longer I stay still?
Why can’t I bring myself to move an extra step while I wince toward the grin I always wanted?
Just,
What is God trying to show me now that I’m up to the final pieces of a puzzle,
With a picture I can see as clear as the gleaming Sun any time my eyes are closed?…