Ever get that feeling there's something calling, beckoning and waiting for you out there somewhere? Like a splinter in your soul, it begs to be pulled out and examined.

You get up, see the walls and the sun awaits as if it has for quite some time, patiently

You walk, feel the air and the breeze is just around the corner, waiting to run through your hair as if it looks for direction

Your work a talk for the souls wanting to learn

Your passion unmatched, undiscovered

Your days full of thoughts of night as if you forget the light

Your dreams seem so far away but closer than you think

And when the night comes you miss the day, tomorrow you will miss today and how you look for a change of not to change

And in the midst of it all a dragon awaits to make your night into day