Some of you may know that I sometimes enjoy writing poems using what people search for. This poem is another inspired from the search.Â
I’m just another dreamer
wishing to get inspired
in the same place
where I find guidance
to make a change for the better.
Who am I?
I am a poem in a person’s body
one of those gym people
and lover  of life,
who sees the beauty in inspiration
who guidance in the struggle the world gives me.
Who am I?
I’m just another dreamer
Let me look down
Through the sky
pass the puffed up clouds
Let me look down
on all the little towns
If you let me
I will imagine my life
what dream lives could I live
in every little town.
I’m flying by
so many tiny little town
I’m flying by
these towns that are so small
these towns are so far away
Still I will imagine
I will dream
Life in these towns are simple and neat
most are flat
Life in these towns are simple and neat
some are designed
All are American with apple pie shops
In the center of town there is a square
with a Quartet that signs every sunny summer Sunday
It’s a shame that you can only fly over
no one can land
not in these tiny little town
that only truly lives in a dreamer’s dream
Let me know what you think and thank you for reading.
Dreamer of plans.
I wish to be like a fish swimming in the sea.
I wish to be a caged bird set free.
I wish and I wish,
while I dream and think.
I want to be in a different life.
I want to be some one’s wife.
I want and want
while I dream and think.
I need to know what I am doing,
where my life is going.
I need to be on one path,
and figure out the direction I’m walking.
I need and need
while I dream and think.
Oh, so many thoughts and dreams
cascades down my mind.
Filling my brain with impossible plans.
Fearless, strong, and wonderful plans.
Plans that when started fall short
as the other plans start to be thought.
Plans where success and happiness
wrap around me like warm hugs;
plans seem possible,
until other thoughts take their place.
This is why I wish and want
and think I need,
while I dream and think.
This is why I dream and think.