Echoes of firsts

Two worlds collide while you stand and see,
You shatter yourself, asking, "Is it all in me?"

They froth and rage at their empty screens,
You know it's time, to unplug the dream machine.

A finger traces the shadows your life has cast.
You shield them from a future, chained to your past.

In quiet defiance of yourself, you wake up at dawn,
To put in your reps, though the comfort is gone.

Gone for a reason, a reason worth your time.
Do it for the future, so it can grow and climb.

Climb on those shoulders, see what dreams have rehearsed.
What more is life, than the gift of granting firsts?