It's Not Like The Ramblings Poem by sara pounds

It's not like the ramblings of a man to look out upon this lost land-
A fool to wish to skate the sea but as he lays upon my heartbeat-
The poet that is brought with delight, It all remains insight-

These days grow weary as i go insane-
It took me to an unwilling place that was set aside-
My time is short as i leave everything behind-

To worry about nothing it would be divine-
The core of my emotions are stood in the past-
So i wish not to go back-

I stare and weep for my future mistakes-
Will i do something grand or waste my time?
I wait like always as my fate is being written today-

I challenge the great royals to ask me anything-
To be known other then myself for one day-
As the glow is of no one else wasted away-

To give away precious things and to help the world-
It's with love and compassion just like the mother did-
It's of grace and respect that i try my new heart out-

To understand what my world is all about-
It's not real life to be treated as such-
To hold up to a standard such as this-

You can be pushed down and pushed around-
But as you speak you relate in that way-
The words they are clear in the air-

To be apart of something that is so near-
To bounce around from take to take-
Although my friends say our love was a mistake-

I disagree with that observation-
Although I'm in my head trying to erase you name-
But i can still see your face-

It's been years since i thought of those ways-
But then again it's just a lost day-
To be back in that time where the rich were royals and the poor were respected-

To live in that time where the rich wore wigs and you were praised upon your first son born everyday-
Time will tell when this will happen but it's not just ramblings in my head-

When I look upon this lost land-
A fool to wish to skate the sea-
But as i lay upon his heartbeat he just lets me be-