No Man's Dream Poem by kite remedy

Here I am,
not anyone, but I am.
Stand still at a quiet rooftop,
wait for the wind to stop.
Harken! !
the dawn comes, the sky darkens.
My time is short,
as short as a daffodil beside a fort.
I speak for no long,
it's not that I sing a song.
I look downward to the world,
to a map so full and broad.
I stretch my hands, wide and hard,
hoping it will move me upward.
I, sometimes, dream to fly,
so high and I cultivate the sky.
So many dreams are tangled there,
so many that the God wants to share.
I lead myself a fine figure,
so that others will also configure
such of a rhyme I try to sing
to be a hope where they also cling.
I rest a while here from a true mission,
given by my heart and my passion,
to form such a fine society,
ruled by the thing called beauty.
I know I might still be a boy,
but in my heart there's no box of toys.
I save myself a heart of truth,
and plant it as deep as I could.
I look forward to change my fate,
I look backward at what I've made.
To teach my people from the essence,
is to lead a world of the innocents.