You Never Called Me

You must remember me.
The doubt in the darkness.
The millions of could have been
The Countless should of beens.

The girl you didn’t have 
the guts to approach.
The brass ring, 
you hesitated to reach for.
The goal you felt out of reach.

You called me 
the impossible dream
You called me 
the uncrossable stream.
Unfortunately, in the end, 
you never really called for me… 

did you?

How many times 
did you stare,
How many times 
did you want and need?

I could have 
been yours,
I could have 
been everything to you.
Afraid of shun
Afraid of failure
You never tried.

You called me 
the impossible dream
You called me 
the uncrossable stream.
Unfortunately, in the end, 
you never really called for me 

did you?

What is that thing,
What is that trigger, that instant
That makes us choose between glory and despair…

Between what was…
and what could have been?

How many times does it play over in our minds?

What makes us turn away from reaching for it all…
and makes us lament what might have been?

The stars 
could have been your oyster…
The planet 
your plaything…
But you never felt you could…

So why despair in what could have been?

You called me 
the impossible dream
You called me 
the uncrossable stream.
Unfortunately, in the end 

you never really called for me…

did you?

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