The dream never dies,

The grandeur never dims.

Everyday I fail - just short of the crown

Or head first - plummeting in.

 

But the day ends, also failure,

New beginnings start

Like yesterday never happened

I am not afraid of the dark.

 

Call it what you may

Experience, wisdom or self-doubt

I have started to understand the mirror.

 

The mirror is not smiling,

But laughing back at me.

Laughing at

the optimist on a perennial high

the kite dreaming of free flying in the sky

after all, that’s the truth only it can see.