Reality Tide Poem by Bill Upton

Each day
We wait for our ship to come in.
While we wait for OUR ship,
20 other ships pass by in front of our eyes,
But we sit and wait
For OUR ship.
If it doesn't come today,
Most certainly it will come tomorrow.
And if it doesn't, at least we have dreams
That it may.
It's ironic that WE control our forward motion.
WE control our day to day activities,
Yet we sit back and dream of the invisible navigator
With our non-existent ship
That comes home to us in our dreams
Tomorrow.
The sooner we learn, the better.
There is no ship and our dreams are not real.
Tomorrow never arrives.
WE are the ship, and WE are the dream,
And tomorrow happens now.