D is for Dreams

I've been running, unable to stop, since I can remember.
From the very first moment when I knew the place where I was born, was not my place.
To the moment when I longed for something further than the Earth and even the stars.
From caging my thoughts in words,
To freeing myself in love.
From the corner of an abandoned dusty road, with cows grassing by my side,
To a grey place that I can now call home, at least for a while.
From a world of confusion in which I thought I could never wake up,
to the safety of a warm bed and an arm to hold me.
From the nightmare, to the dream.
Yet again, I can't stay, I must run.
And when I think I can stop, that's when I get be pushed harder,
to the limit,
always to the limit, always to the extreme.
Just kissing the edge of the cliff.
Licking the frontiers of madness.
For that I keep my scars.
Keeping myself here with you,
in subtle, gentle balance
that keeps me from falling and keeps me running.