I want the kind of life, where everything is calm,
Where sleep happens when I need it,
And no one comes to harm.
I want the kind of life, where money doesn't matter,
Where everyone is happy,
And nothing ever shatters.
Dreams are for lazy folk, or so I keep being told,
You have to do your best,
And work until you're old.
Dreams can sometimes happen, so some people say,
As long as you work hard,
And don't push opportunity away.
My Dream of being a writer, came true a while ago,
But it doesn't feel real,
There's so much I don't know.
With every word I write, I attach a piece of soul,
A tiny part of me goes too,
My Being becomes less whole.
And when I sell a book, the Soul regrows a bit,
For a micro piece returns,
Because someone else enjoyed it.
So, when you buy a book, and read every word,
Just send a bit of love,
With the soul you just returned.
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Dreams
PoetryFrom my first efforts to get published as a teenager, to some of the things I have thought about during University... experiences of Death and loss, as well as drunken poetry rambles. Poetry helps me to think about things that are happening in life...
