A Thousand Half-Born Dreams

A thousand tiny threads pull at your restless mind Each one calling your name from a different side You start a fire then let it die before it grows New dreams stacked in corners like abandoned clothes Books half read tools untouched in gathered dust Promises whispered to yourself you could never keep You chase a spark then drift away when the shine gets thin Another skill left open like a door you never walk in And your heart aches with all the things you almost became Every unfinished chapter calling out your name You try to hold steady but your mind just scatters Every flashing moment dragging your focus aside Though you swear you'll stay true the next time You're a wanderer of the mind always reaching for the wheel A soul tangled in distractions no compass can heal Yeah you've started a thousand journeys finished barely one Still searching for the rhythm where all your threads become one But even lost and drifting there's a truth you can feel A seeker a dreamer a heart that still trembles You pick things up then put them down when the rush runs out Leaving footprints in the sand of every fleeting route A painter for a week a poet for a day A craftsman of almost always one breath away You hunger for mastery but your focus slips thin Every new fascination cracking open your skin But in the chaos of your wandering there's a truth that survives The flame may gutter but somehow the ember still burns You've stood in every doorway of every dream you chased And though you fear you're just a mosaic of undone starts There's quiet courage beating wild in your fractured heart You're a wanderer of the mind always reaching for the wheel A soul tangled in distractions no compass can heal Yeah you've started a thousand journeys finished barely one Still searching for the rhythm where all your threads become one But even lost and drifting there's a truth you can feel A seeker a dreamer a heart that still trembles You're not broken for wandering not weak for drifting slow Some minds bloom sideways learning what others never know And though your path is scattered like stars in disarray There's a constellation forming in your soul anyway A pattern hidden in the mess a meaning in the roam A place where all your half born dreams quietly call home You're a wanderer of the mind always reaching for the wheel A soul tangled in distractions no compass can heal Yeah you've started a thousand journeys finished barely one Still searching for the rhythm where all your threads become one But even lost and drifting there's a truth you can feel A seeker a dreamer a heart that still trembles You keep reaching for the next one Maybe it's time