In a lazy but yearning soul,
Dreams drift like clouds up high,
Hoping to find a place to grow,
As the days quietly go by.
Resting in the comfort of the now,
Yet a fire flickers deep within,
A longing for more, a whispered vow,
Amidst the calm, the dreams begin.
Though the days are slow and still,
The heart desires something more,
Waiting for a change, a thrill,
A chance to open a new door.
Let my words reflect this fight,
A soul at rest but dreaming wide.
For in this easy, quiet light,
Hopes and dreams still gently glide.
YOU ARE READING
NO I'll Never Call Myself A "MOROSE".
PoetryTo everyone who are lazy but yearns and want to live their life as they dreamt but still their laziness never let them to do so........
