Mind you, I tweak these old poems a little because they’d sound more, erm, cheesy if I didn’t.
In the midst of a hectic life
I look up to the light
And dream about something bright
I concentrate instead
Not on submerging, struggling strife
But something better lead
I dream about
Flying o’er hills
Or swimming underwater with fish
Whatever it be, it gives me thrills
Traveling wherever and galore.
I can soar anywhere
Imagining the wind
Blowing in your face
And doing somersaults and that kind
When zooming along in grace.
I can be a ballet dancer
Leaping into the air
I’d have no care in life
And I’d also run
And jump…on white, fluffy clouds
It’s a huge pile of fun
Everything is perfectly fair…
I can remember the happiest moments
And bittersweet times of nostalgia
That way, in a sense,
You live in it all again
All lovely as a rainbow
After the rain.
All the prettiest life scenes
All the happiest times
I’ve always remembered and sought;
Well, that’s why I’m always lost in thought
As constantly as I’m making up rhymes.
But more than I’ve wanted to say:
Always remember to follow the future
Chasing your dreams along the way
But knowing: somewhere you’ll find happiness
Despite despair and then some,
So I wouldn’t say it’s none too painless
But remember hopes and dreams
And work on perseverance too,
All your wishes will come to you!