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If I lived only in my mind,

I’d be twenty years ahead of today,

walking down roads that have not yet been built,

climbing hills that burn beneath my hands and feet,

chasing dreams I cannot yet see.

I’d search for smoother paths,

asking God to make my way lighter,

not realizing the weight of His plans was shaping me.

I would ignore my heart,

because feeling too much feels like a threat to my progress,

a delay in becoming who I think I should be.

My intentions are pure,

but in my mind I miss the truth of today. 

Twenty years may never come,

Tomorrow is a promise, not a possession.

hills may never rise before me,

stones may never shift beneath my feet.

Even in this mind built future,

even in my plans,

the present waits,

asking only to be lived.