Across the River

Yesterday, I heard a song, and for the first time in a long time, really listened to the words...

She moved back around here, thirty-five weeks ago today
Oh down the lane
At night she walks on the banks, and remembers how she
Dreamed of rowing away
And how she left one day
She left with a driven look in her eyes
Came back around with it still inside
They said give it some time and you'll forget about it too
We know they always do...

Not too long ago, I talked about chasing dreams. I guess I'm just re-visiting the topic.

She was proud and so strong; and she tried not to listen to idle talk
Downtown where she walked
They sit around and they say that she came back with her tail between her legs
Like they always said she would
Well I hear it's better on the other side
They say you'll never do it so don't even try
Well you may be beaten down with your closed mind
But don't try to make it mine...

And in my mind's eye, I see friends, of which this song isn't just music and lyrics, it's a reality. A reach for something better than what they have.

"Your wild days are through" is what they said
I dreamed she came, when I was down and
I walked where she led

When I wrote Dreamchaser, I talked about giving up and refocusing your energies when you know something is impossible. The problem becomes how to decide when something is impossible, and it's time to go after something else, closer.

Standing on the shore, she looks to the west with a look of longing
To where the grass seems greener
There's a hard and distant prize
It probably won't happen but I think I'll try
Well even if it doesn't happen for me
It still beats hanging around here...

I never covered the possibility that somethings are worth trying for, even if it does seem impossible...

Well I know
Some fine day, you will find your way
Across the River....

To those trying to break loose of their demons, to the those who made it; and to those who didn't.

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