Yet another day goes by,
flying through my memories.
I sit down by my door,
lean my head back and think.
Never more to love again,
a hear broken more than ever.
A poet's breath taken away,
reading someone else's work.
You speak to me as if I'm not here,
yet here I am,
knowing you more than me.
Others laugh at my silly dreams,
I laugh at those who don't dream at all.
A dream is a dream,
no matter who has it.
Whether it is sane or not,
it is what they want.
Don't lie about a dream,
don't lie about yourself,
don't forget who you are.
I will follow a path lay down by my ancestors.
A future I glimpse,
a bright or bleak past.
Never forget,
never forget.
 tinkr-tailr-sldr-spy · Mon Jan 07, 2008 @ 06:25am · 0 Comments |
