NoMoreTinSoldiers

Now on the cusp 
Of realizing my dreams 
I find that I 
Don’t and never did 
Ever need anyone else 
Oh I do suppose 
That I like others 
Did once believe that 
Only because others did
Many others in fact 
That we all marched 
Kept in tidy formation 
Like little tin soldiers 
Until at some point 
We understood that dreams 
Are personal and only 
Belong to those brave 
Enough to cast them 
I have now found 
Just as much joy
Fishing in a pond 
Absent of any fish 
Then in a pond
Chock full for it’s
Not what is caught 
But the simple joy 
In knowing you do