The Freelance Dreamer
Catching a drift of the bug that had bit, ensured an open gate
...dreams to reality; agenda to fate.
Not sure of her worth; but living her dreams
Far from naive, its not how it seems.
Desperate and ruthless all in attempt
to cover the covered up dreams that were drempt
a passion of the pen, complimenting the globe
slowly unstiching the threads that were sowed.
The sun circles Earth & houses our home
neglects to remind us we were all meant to rome.
You wont be applauded for your dreams or intention
for the depths of your soul tell what your stride failed to mention.
The clouds, they do a dance, among all circumstance
...leaving you amused, astonished with awe; providing answers never saw.
Listen closely and observe; adsorb their hidden chant.
Each possessing inner flaw... like the secrets of us all
Yet shining in their armor, during each & every brawl.
All doubts & furry to your head they dart
will slowly take your hand and lead you to the start.
Every blink asking what your eyes can do
with the universe staring right back at you.
From the center of the earth to the center of my heart
I solemnly swear, this dream will not fall apart.
Some call it escaping, or running away
call it what you want, my soul has the say.
I’m just along for the ride, both hands in the air
interfere with my dreams? I’ll never ever dare.
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