Chelsea Baird

(14-05-93)

I Dream


I dream of a time
when things were good
I dream of a place
where people do what they should

I dream of a time
when you cared
I dream of a place
where people dont do things because theyre scared

I dream of a time
when i wasnt used
I dream of a place
where I am not abused

I dream to run
I dream to hide
But instead I sit here and cry

Submitted: Monday, October 03, 2011
Edited: Monday, October 03, 2011

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  • Luis Estable (10/3/2011 5:10:00 AM)

    The last stanza is a turn around; you choose to cry instead of doing something about it. Yes, your dream is justified, and very well so, but why to cry; crying does not solve anything. Dreams can come true only when we act upon them; wishing makes nothing happens. It is action that makes the difference.

    A bit sad of a poem dreaming in this way.

    Take care now! (Report) Reply

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