One Day at a Time

The winds get tough, after a moment mellow,
Sun shines too bright, nowhere left to go,
A thin boundary pushed, between lush green and desert,
You know not when you crossed, you realize with a start.

You can live the dream, of that far-away past,
Or you can live the fantasy, of a time yet to last,
But either way you go, your heart will fill with shame,
Because of your removal, from this potent game.

The good news is, it's never too late,
Wherever you stand, you can stare the gate,
And prepare to cross again, whence you once began,
Before fearing the world, you lost yourself and ran.

Till that time renews, there is nothing left to do,
But to follow your heart, or ignore if against you,
Keep your home in sight, and it will come to you,
Returning you to birth, when nothing you never knew.