I dream. 

On a journey, inside: 

To find the edges of my knowledge, 

of imagination and creation, 

the mystery of my own being, 

sharing in the wider world, 

and discover that which I have yet to find. 

I want to expand my territory, 

seek over the horizon, 

feel the wind on my face. 

I want to feel the hair standing up 

on the back of my neck again. 

I dream, wanting something NEW to emerge. 

I brave the darkness at the edges of the map.

What will I find there? 

A way to optimize in 30 days or less?  

A way to be richer, smarter, sexier, 

better at my minor scales?  

Is it a limited time offer? An exclusive opportunity? 

A groundbreaking methodology based on the latest, cutting edge scientific research?  

An A to Z approach, allowing access to all the answers? 

A better way? 

A cure for my condition? 

Maybe in the darkness I’ll discover a way to deal with my delusions, delving into the depths of dependency, doubt, and depression.  

Maybe I’ll be energized, my enthusiasm eliminating ennui, even (especially!) the existential kind.

Further in, I’ll find a flow that finally frees me of my fetters, frets, and fears.  Filled with frenetic fury, I’ll fire off feature after feature, fulfilling my most fanciful fantasies. Fantastic!

Great! 

Hooray!

But…inevitably, my alliterative, imaginary, inquest will be interrupted. 

Because this journey…is a journey of two parts.  

What is knowledge, known to me alone?

When I leave, return to the light, 

I must move through my mind, something

New. Or nothing.

Original. Or not. 

Profound. Pointless.

Quality. Quotable? 

Real. But really…

See, I’ve seen into the dark, 

And the truths I’ve found,

Unknown until,

I visited

With them,

They’re not exactly…what I thought they'd be.  Expectations haven’t met reality. 

You see, I yearn, to find my flow,

The zone, where I’ll be lifted on the zephyrs to my zenith, and like Zeus I’ll reign

Over my domain.

I yearn to become someone.

I yearn…to find…to know…but…

…mostly, I just yearn.

…until the alarm clock rings, and morning brings me back.

Still, my questions echo. Nothing answers back.

All the ground I covered in my dream, 

And I find myself, well…still me.

Inside joins with outside. 

From the darkness, I return to light. 

Today, I am. I yearn. 

I brave the edges of the map,

Where inside joins with outside,

To make something new. 

Such is the dance.

I’ll dream again tonight.

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