We had mountains at our fingertips,
A pointed edge too sharp to fully grasp.
All we needed was a pile of what nature had to offer
To take us even further.
We held hands with uncertainty
Of what the next few minutes might send forth.
We exchanged a few phrases
That would only be understood in Spain.
The grammar was off,
The accent was hardly decent.
But you have to admit,
We gave it all we had.
Didn’t we always
Give it everything we had?
I realize dreams aren’t always realistic
But for a moment, I didn’t feel silly thinking,