I keep having these dreams of being rich and famous,
living somewhere in Spain amongst total strangers,
owning a couple of night clubs in Barcelona,
investing my money and becoming a loner,
I also dream of owning property outside of Madrid
three to four acres, just for my kids,
but every time I start to get that adrenaline rush
I get so upset because I find myself waking up,
realizing it was only a dream
the scenarios kept changing
but it was always the same scene,
I'm really anxious to see this place called Spain
maybe there I'll find happiness, fortune and fame
and the best part about it
I might get to live my dream!
Hi Bernard, I had meant to comment on this previously, anyway, really liked it, lots of humour mixed with What if?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dreams are meant to be lived...