Many A Fanciful Dream Poem by Matthew Holloway

Many a fanciful dream
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I am found lost amongst many a fancy
a flight of fantasy a whisp of a dream
desire burns like the driest of kindle
in the fires of my mind which burn constant
of love, fame, fortune and grand success
I have been lost in awe of each possibility
but to achieve to strive and gain such opportunity
I remain at a loss, still to know for certain
the joy of which each wasteful dream
the elation still waits, amongst the ambition
the wealth and fame I can survive without
but the success I crave and desire with a hunger
that will never relent, no it claws at my skin
I must write, I must reach out to others
and touch them, move them, inspire them
as I have been inspired by others I have read
what relentless torture I endure daily
the life blood of a poet is to write and be read
the desire is to be loved, admired, celebrated
that is the driving force echoing daily
in thought and verse calling out
it is sadly a form of madness to others
who see not the pain in such beauty
when a dream draws a poem
however fanciful, it is still true