There has got to be somebody out there like me

I was born  like a tiger, born to be free; or maybe a cheetah, born to run far.  I ran away from my dreams all my life and now that I am older there is no turning back.  As each day passes I look out to the horizon hoping that something will find me. But as I get older and older those hopes and dreams slowly fade away. Or do they?

Every time I think of what I could have done differently another day passes.  Every time I wish I passed a test it was over to fast. Every time I thought of her I was scared of the truth.  Should I talk to her again?

But when I first reached my hand into the sky I hoped something would be there but all I felt was air.  The next time raised my hand there was still nothing there.  Then I finally reached up one more time and something grabbed on.    It was something so powerful and strong, that now I am beginning to feel something special.

                                             

But somehow I am a rock.  Yet I am not grey, nor motionless.  I am a rock because of who I am.  My foundations are solid and they will guide me and possibly show me the way.  Tomorrow will come before I roll away.