Meeting the Dream Man

I met him in the dimly lit passage-way

between his fear of failure and his desire for power.

It was a different feeling, it pulled at me-

gripping my heart in such a frightening way.

Drawing me closer but leading me nowhere. 

Having come this far, how could I return?

At this point of neither paradise nor destruction.

I stood and called out to him.

But he seemed to disappear into the faraway depth-

that of imagination and the pursuit of purpose.