Poem:Distant Dreams
I am a constant dreamer dreaming about strange things. Most of them don’t make it onto paper, but those that do…. Well they make their own way. They speak their own words, and tell their own stories; I just so happen to be there to catch them as the fall. Some of my dreams… well don’t always make their own way. They have no words to say, or stories to tell; they just make me feel lost or unneeded. They make what I’ve already done seem incomplete. I am a constant dreamer. I didn’t choose to be, in fact I would rather be anything other because sometimes dreams block out the realities. It feels like when I’m dreaming I get to be or experience different things. I get to be the person I want to be, but once you wake up it all ends. As soon as you take that first step in the real world again the dreams start to slightly fade. They may come back, but once again the world pushes them away. I will never stop dreaming even if I lose sight of the present. The future is there to ponder about, and wish upon. It’s there to help you make the right choices while you can, so that your future can be the way you want it to be. I am a constant dreamer dreaming about distant lands, dark skies, empty houses, and most of all the true meaning of dreams. The thoughts I hold inside my mind are the things that I have come to believe. They are the feelings that I feel deep inside that are my escape from reality. |
Dedication:Mom,
This poem is another that I’ve written that I can relate to. Every word of this poem is 100% true, and accurate about me. The first line “I am a constant dreamer dreaming about strange things. Is extremely accurate because you and I both know that I never stop dreaming even when I’m awake. I am constantly dreaming and coming up with new ideas that are sometimes weird, but still it’s an idea. You are my inspiration for every piece I write because I want to be like you, and show you that I am listening and taking your advice seriously. I want to dedicate this poem to you because it shows what happens when I let my mind and heart and the truth about those things free and uncaged. You told me many times not to over think and to just do, and this is another poem where that advice took the front wheel, and I was along for the ride to get it all down. Thank you for helping me tame my wondering head, and I know I don’t always pay attention but this is why. I’m working! |
Distant Dreams
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