dreamsPosted: April 22, 2012
Let go of dreams that cannot be
Which I hold dear yet others see
as vines that fruit will never yield
no matter how I tend this field.
What is a man when dreams expire
With love and life lived sans desire?
Tell me the measure of my soul
Without this piece, shall I be whole?
Can ideas exist without a word
Are thought and action both absurd
Must we like marionettes dance and sway
exist moment to moment, day to day?
Where does a man find dreams to seize
heart to love and woman to please?
My arms reach out to draw you near
boy be a man, look in the mirror.
Let no more days just pass me by
banish epitaph “He didn’t try”
Each day so precious let it seem
another chance to live a dream.
Sometimes we lose our way, perhaps we can dream our way out of it.