I refuse to stop

Wishy-washy dreams are not mine to keep,
For even if they show me a vision
They do not lead me to what I so seek.
They have me flounder in my depths,
They flagellate my senses and percepts,
They see me plunge into suffering hell
And by building illusions kill imagination dead.
No, now I seek to walk on that path,
Of mindfulness, even if I wander in the dark,
I seek to play, I seek to work, knowing fully well
That my dreams are now built on stronger stuff.
I may wonder now, and even drift,
But the foundation I build is now more stiff,
It holds me steadfast, so that I may not fall,
Even at the height of victories, or mighty flops.
I can feel the gusty wind on the mountaintop;
Why am I not blown away? Because I refuse to stop.