Dreams vs. Reality

February 25, 2015 § Leave a comment

At this stage of my life, odds are that I will not become a successful or well-known writer. However, that does not keep me from writing or dreaming. For many of us, dreams are what make it possible to get up each day and to get from one day to the next. For me, writing is also my main creative outlet, my chance to express my inner uniqueness.

My wife’s main creative outlet is playing guitar. At this stage of her life, she is not likely to become a famous guitarist, but that does not diminish her love of playing. Sometimes, she’ll play one song; sometimes, she’ll play until her fingers hurt.

Some nights, when she needs that creative outlet as well as some alone time, my wife will go into her office, close the door, take out her guitar, and play for an hour or two. That gave me the first hint of a seed for a new song. Mix in a little imagination and flights of fancy along with a dollop or reality and coming back to earth, and you have the piece I finished up last Friday.

The Life She Wrote

She sits up late at night and plays on her guitar
While everyone is fast asleep
Trying to strike a chord between her life and dreams
A private piece that she can keep

She sometimes dreams of how it feels to be a star
Even though she knows she’ll never get that far
Late at night, she hears her dreams within her guitar’s sound
Even as her feet are planted firmly on the ground

In her dreams, she’s playing on that Grand Ole Opry stage
Her fingers fly across the strings, the notes dance off the page
In her mind, she sees the people hang on every note
And then she wakes up from the life she dreamed
Back to the life she wrote

So many nights she sits and listens to old songs
They were her mama’s legacy
Sometimes she’ll play along on her beat-up guitar
And for a moment she is free

She sometimes wonders what it’s like beneath the lights
Instead of singing to herself most nights
She dreams she hears the crowd applaud her every word
Even though she knows hers is a voice no one has heard

In her dreams, she’s playing on that Grand Ole Opry stage
Her fingers fly across the strings, the notes dance off the page
In her mind, she sees the people hang on every note
And then she wakes up from the life she dreamed
Back to the life she wrote

There are times she’s sure she could have made it if she’d tried
But that required and inner strength she didn’t have inside
Now when she looks back, she swears there’s no regret
Still, there’s something ’bout this dream that she cannot forget

In her dreams, she’s playing on that Grand Ole Opry stage
Her fingers fly across the strings, the notes dance off the page
In her mind, she sees the people hang on every note
And then she wakes up from the life she dreamed
Back to the life she wrote

© 2015 Walt Huntsman. All rights reserved.

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Never Too Old to Dream?

February 8, 2015 § Leave a comment

While checking in this morning on Facebook, I came across a post from a family member who was having a rough day. The job was taking it out of her, as she put it, “draining the life” out of her.

Work is a necessary part of life – some might say a necessary evil. However, it should never rule ones life or keep one from pursuing one’s goals or dreams.

After reading her post and some of the comments, I came up with this song. Thanks to Myscha for the inspiration.

Dream Big

She dragged herself home from another shift down at the mall
60 hours a week without that much to show
She could not remember the last time she laughed out loud
Felt that she’d hit bottom with no place to go

Looked at her reflection in the mirror
All at once, things became crystal clear
Swore to herself that come tomorrow
She would start living without fear

Work will make you old if you let it
Best thing you can do is let it go and just forget it
Tomorrow brings another chance to make a brand new start
So dream big –
And listen to your heart

He had put in 20 years with 20 more to go
All to get that gold watch at the very end
Felt like he was going through the motions day to day
No chance for redemption up around the bend

He looked at the stranger staring back at him
And wondered how he ever got so old
Knew inside that he would have to make a change
To reclaim the soul that he had sold

Work will make you old if you let it
Best thing you can do is let it go and just forget it
Tomorrow brings another chance to make a brand new start
So dream big –
And listen to your heart

(instrumental:)

Dreams are the fire that burns inside us
Get us through each day and help to guide us
They are the wings that help each of us to fly
Once the dreams stop you begin to die

Work will make you old if you let it
Best thing you can do is let it go and just forget it
Tomorrow brings another chance to make a brand new start
So dream big –
And listen to your heart

© 2015 Walt Huntsman. All rights reserved.

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