You have dreams.
Some are bigger than your country’s debt
Some are ticking nonstop like a throbbing ache
And some are jerking your muscles the way torn ligaments do.
Occasionally, you chant them as a peace offering to self-love
And try to convince yourself
that delay doesn’t equate to redundancy.
You refuse to indulge in regrets
So you bring your dreams to your chest,
and hug them
For when time is done wounding your heels,
you will emerge a better sportsman.