Dreams

I used to have really big dreams.
I needed a suitcase for all of them.
My pockets were ripped from the way I used to shovel them all in.
I pictured myself behind masks that would have never fit my face, but my mind had them glued there anyway.
In my mind's eye, I was stronger, prettier, smarter, and stronger.
Yes, I used to have really big dreams, and then something changed.

I do it everyday.
Hit the snooze over and over, stumble out the door, force a smile, pretend I'm a hero.
The dreams are gone, passed away, shoved aside.
People are dying, hungry, ignored, battered, broken, needy, and here I am.
What was it about those dreams that seemed so important?
Now all I want to do is help.

I like awake at night, sit staring into space during the day.
Can anyone else feel the urgency?
The countdown is hurting my ears because we're running out of time.
The time to act is now.
We have to help them.
We have to live differently.
Yes, I used to have really big dreams, but now they're even bigger.

The call is simply this:
To remember that we're blessed, and to help the poor.
Why is it so hard to get people to move?
Why is it so hard to get myself  to move?
I thank God that finally my dreams are different.