Tightrope Runway

The train rolls on regardless of the dead ends ahead, in attempt to form a new path through the mountain made of the hardest rock.  

Our goals denser than the paths behind us, matching the weight as it meets us, and envisioning them even stronger as we see into the futures.

Yet even though we can see all the infinite of the possibilities, we choose to focus on only one, and flying to love with it.

We walk on tightropes to get to our most vivid dreams, the challenge in keeping your balance while the winds of logic and passion become storms.

Grasping the hands of our closest, we run on the rope riding the squall of momentum.

Shall we catch the thermals this time around and soar the heavens?