My mind drifts aimlessly around this place
Wandering about through dusty shelves
Floating among, words of the past - ideas of the future
Striving for inspiration, my mind savvy with theories of poesy
Giving creation to lines and lyrics so hypothetical
Deep within the corridors of this book room
My imagination is growing by leaps and bounds
Feeding the creativity of my sanity
Borderline thinker - borderline dreamer
A dreamer not of the night, but
A dreamer of the day, a very dangerous fellow
See me put words to good use and have my fantasies breathe
- To walk among us-
Growing, Developing, Living, Thriving, Aging and Flourishing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah! The smells, sounds and wonderful atmosphere of a library! Or one of my favorite places to spend time, any bookstore! Lol. Great poem! Could only be written by one who loves to learn!