One Day

One day.
I will climb the highest mountain,
And braze the freezing temperature of the polar caps,
To emerge the conquerer of all things impossible.
But not today. Today I tend to the blisters and callouses on my feet.

One day.
I would see the vivid colors of the most beautiful flower,
Grown from the rarest and most precious breeds,
To fill the garden with the scents and blooms of perfectness.
But not today. Today I discard the silver seeds that couldn't bloom.

One day.
I would walk down the hallway gilded with gold,
Furnished with exquisite paintings new and old,
Admiring every single sketch & daubs layered with care and love.
But not today. Today I wash the crusts of paint off the brushes.

One day. But not today.