I’ve learned that dreaming without action is,

the only habit I cannot break.

Like a frog jumping upon the lilies,

Leaping back and forth avoiding at all costs to get wet,

“Can you do this for three more years?” I asked.

Knowing very well they shouldn’t.

Too afraid to say they couldn’t.

“It will be worth it afterwards,” was their reply.

“What’s the cost?” I asked.

It’s a wonder that today is the way it is.

The answer to an equation that multiplies millions of days with billions of people and trillions of decisions.

As if watching every butterfly that ever has born, is born, or will be flap its wings at the same moment,

and getting caught in the hurricane that ensues.