The Dreamer:
that is purely who i am,
but i am no her or him.
i am not something that you can see,
but rather feel.
i am that desire you crave,
that fire that burns within your soul.
you dream to move,
be free with the sea.
but you were born in a desolated waste,
where the walls are fixed, unmoving,
and uncaring.
time pushes and forces you.
biting the bullet, you jump.
The Dreamer:
it is purely who we are,
and there is no telling us apart.
we crave the taste of change,
unwilling to make waste of time.
and the walls may stand still,
but our desires carry us on.
quick!
there is no time to waste,
bite the bullet and jump, again.
YOU ARE READING
Poems By A Dreamer
Puisithis a current representation of the state of mind that I am in. these poems are a reflection of a previous work that I published a few years back. you may read the book, "Poems From The Drèamer" if you would like a full scope of where my journey...
