Set Sail

You were crafted by a dream.
The dream of a young boy coming to terms,
With what would be his life-long journey.

Soft and featherlike, yet tricky as rocky shores.
This reality behaves like troublesome waters,
And my ship is out of control.

In the dream I had no issues finding you;
you appeared shining and in bold, capital letters.
At first glance I saw just how perfect a fit you are.

But in the waters, where the current pulls and tugs,
I will admit to my lackluster persistance and investigation.
I simply do not know if I should be dropping my anker.

Oh dream, how I loathe you sometimes, how I hate you.
You have clearly thrown me in to a fog of mind and body.
For I have not a clue to where I should keep my true bearings.

Dear Dream; play once again, let me see her face.
I know she will be in the waters somewhere,
Just show me where to set sail.