Dreams - Poem by Brian Silverwood
In a corner of my thoughts
I dare to dream in those depths of my mind,
Where no mortal man knows my feelings or,
Ideas I store for a future reference.
My pit of consciousness
For it’s all to myself
The rapture of my being.
My birth in a naked world,
My death in a wasteland.
Time to be set by others
For me to live out.
So tell me this,
Tell, I implore!
That this is my life?
People talk me to do this,
And do that, yet,
What do you want to be when you grow up?
But still I dream,
And still those dreams burn inside of me.
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