It is what it is, but what is it? Has it always been there? Will it continue? Do you know the specific day, do you remember it well, the day that you just knew. You knew as if it were the first time, as if you had known it all of your life.

The dream that was a dream, it’s always been there. Deep down below, under the surface. It never arose. It took years of thinking, multitudes to develop, and the universe to ponder before it became a twinkle in your eye.

Your heart wished for it. Your mind secretly dreamt it behind the curtain of slumber. More than a point to ponder. Greater than the black hole of the abyss. It lie in state. Dormant. Not yet ready to spread its glorious wings.

You tried on much just for size. Wore this hat, then changed for another. Day after day the monotonous melody played for all to see. Decades upon decades, the time it ran through. At first, exciting and new, was to put on the shoes of those who’ve walked my path before. Those in careers. Not married. Not single. Just, not right now. The shoes, they fit perfectly. Why add a tap to the heel, or shoeshine to glamour up the old? It is what it is. The career, once thought, the end all be all for all us adults in time.

Five decades have passed. And now I know. It is what it is. And I know what it is. For it is what it said it is, it is. It is as described, aforementioned, more than a point to ponder. Greater than the black hole of the abyss. It lie in state. Dormant. Not yet ready to fly.

Dormant, no more. Far greater than a point to ponder or the great abyss. No longer lying in state. No, no. The glorious wings have taken to flight.

God has spoken. The Holy Spirit has moved. Monotony gone. Schedules and routines too. All the trust has been placed in him. He, who guides our paths, has made this adventure more than one could ever dream. So much more than a dream. A dream it cannot be. For dreams are not real, and only exist in the dark. This, my beauty, is not just a dream. This vibrates the soul and electrifies one’s aura. Passion! Deep within, yearning to live and fly once more. The Phoenix. The destination. The final score. The ultimate.

It is what it is, the passion we tailor. Complex. And emotional. Defining. And true. Careful steps make early acquaintance of the starting line. A shot from the starter’s gun, leads way to excitement. Adrenaline. The feeling of flight. Pressures fought against the crowds. Fought against those on my left and my right. No denying the vision in front. The dream is a flight.