What I Conceive Poem by Lynn Anne Brown

Walking down this road so long
It helps to sing that ancient song
From whence it came, I do not know
It moves me fast, It moves me slow
It takes the lead, It follows still
It says I am a child of will
It dreams me when I am not there
It grieves me when I can not care
It shines a light when I’m too dark
It offers shade to make my mark
It holds me up when I am down
It shows me where I hid my crown
It says I am not make believe
It says I am what I conceive