Isn't life's goal to turn dreams into reality?

Logic and imagination intertwine with the senses to create perception, a personal state of existence.

If dreams have become reality, has life reached it's climax?

Ideals and power transcend previously perceived impossibilities.

Or has one become insane?

Imagination transcends logic creating confusion among the senses; illusory perception perpetually practices transcendence to no avail.

Is it crazy to think you can make your dreams come true?

Just as the illusion of time creates order, perception administers balance.

Reality does not exist within our perception without the veneer of fantasy; fantasy does not exist without the foundation of reality.

If awareness exists, searching for the meaning of life will stop, and giving meaning to life will start.

The answers become all too obvious,

as the mind unravels.

Fire dies for attention to grow stronger.

Water appreciates to reach potential.

Fire grasps every detail to consume all.

Water consumes all to grasp every detail.

Fire burns arrogant and selfish, sweltering if given no boundaries.

Water flows stubborn and relentless, stifling if given no direction.

Fire grows quickly and dominates the space around it.

Water builds slowly and permeates all space within it.

Fire eventually evaporates water but helps it from overflowing.

Water immediately extinguishes fire but keeps it from exploding.

Together they are energy and life,

willpower and tranquility,

action and subtlety,

passionate and adventurous by nature.

Creativity and innovation abound with the foundation of it all.

I ride the fence; I live there now, in the middle of everything.

It is most comfortable, for I am a watcher and a thinker.

Sometimes the grass is just as green on the other side.

Other times there are no good decisions.

To see both sides can be frustrating, overwhelming even.

But I always see the bigger picture, overlooking every component, every connection.

To hell with the details; they are tedious and bothersome.

Others enjoy them anyway; I let them handle the minutia.

Admittedly, I jump off the fence from time to time, or am pushed.

I go with the flow and veer toward adventure.

After all, how am I to see the edge if I'm always in the middle?

A love of fun and adventure make me reckless.

A desire for new perspective makes me change; I do love change.

Nothing phases me anymore; I've seen both sides for too long.

But it leaves me with an open mind, and everyone is invited.

One thing leads to another.

Somewhere along the way I became lost, too many blurry details.

I try to focus; find the positive steps that lead the way out.

Is there more than one path? How do I know?

Should I just sit back and watch?

Some of it is entertaining, some just irritating.

It becomes tiring.

I continue to sift through the turmoil, searching and learning.

I do not let it break me; it is controllable.

Knowledge keeps me grounded; strength keeps me going.

The light shines through, only if I am aware.

The path opens up, only if I can see past the brush.

There is always a way up the ladder, for one thing leads to another.

I look back and see I thought my way out.

I think back and realize I created the chaos and confusion.

Like a phoenix, I am reborn

as I rise from the ashes of the world.

No longer forlorn,

as everyone knows their executioner from lore.

As fire reigns, the trees bow down,

and peons desperately flee their penalty;

smitten by a love of death.

Infatuation and obsession at it's worst,

selfish lust still suffers under my pressure.

This war sought pot overflows.

Gloom and euphoria mingle with thunder,

booming and tearing the earth asunder.

Life sputters it's last breath in grief.

I look around and sigh in relief.

With everything suffering and nothing to love,

only flames left dying, a terror from above,

forlorn and more I am again.