Past and Pending

There's a quiet voice inside everyone's heart,
often containing those wishful thoughts and regretful lies.
holding us back from the true reality of who we ought to be
or leaving us in an empty state of helplessness
similar to us trying to stop water with our bare hands.

Sometimes I can't help but listen,
as the idea of an alternate reality dances before my eyes,
the very same way red fall leaves dance with the winds.
The idea stops abruptly, quickly gasping for more life
as the last bit disappears before my heart's eyes.
As I have an everlasting flame kindling before me,
I can't help but dream of my possibilities.