My dreams.
allies or foes?
try my might, fists pumped high, that they best me not
but worthy adversaries they remain
my dreams..............
they turn my insides to jelly as I rush forward to catch 'em lest they break
winding through me, thrilling me, breaking me, in the end, winding me up
phewx! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
occasionally we mesh ideas, and there's cause for celebration
sometimes they betray everything I hold dear by rejecting reason
'We dreams have to become reality, it is just within our nature' they insist
so I pursue often senseless pursuits to fill that void that looks only to please the soul
my dreams..............
A worthy cause I might add.
my dreams.............. they turn my insides to jelly as I rush forward to catch 'em lest they break winding through me, thrilling me, breaking me, in the end, winding me up.. dreams and reality, hopes to see the fulfillment of the dreams. nicely written poem. thank you dear poetess. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wild dreams poem. good art