Dirty Shoulders

Of course you dreamed too big, too beautiful. Of course you set your sights on the impossible.

Of course, you crashed, and burned, and drowned.

But if you did not dream, you would have never gotten on that plane to New York, all those years ago. If you did not dream, you would never have traveled all those miles, to all those places, met all those people. If you did not dream, what word would have been yours, at all?

I brush myself off, carry on.

What else is there to do?