I fear,
Worry heavily over,
Realizing my dream
My passion, my drive
"Too late"
But, I must ask myself
When exactly
Is too late??
Ten years from now?
Twenty?
Or is too late tomorrow,
Or next week?
Because some days
It feels that way
And days like today
I wonder,
If there even is such a thing..
Maybe when I'm gone
Once my bones decay
It will be too late
Yet even then,
Someone might just
Remember it.
Maybe it's never too late to dream...