One is every moment of life,

Never will a moment play out the exact same again.

Two is strangers soon to be lovers.

And soon to be strangers, again.

Three is the number of days I have left

before my project is due. I procrastinated.

Four is the number of times they said,

“Your dream is an impossibility.”

But Five-

Five is the number of times I said,

“You dream small.”

Five is the number of planes I watched pass

from my bedroom window late last night.

Five is the teardrops I cried

when I first saw the world from five-thousand feet in the air.

Five is the Young. Fun. Old. Bold. Somewhat-Middle-Aged

dreamers who know regret is poison

and dreams don’t chase themselves.

Five is the generosity

given the dreamers to stop dreaming,

and start living.