THOUGHTS AND DREAMS: a poem........

Thoughts,......they always want to run,
we can't control them, but thats wherein lies the fun.
Sometimes they bring us joy.....of old, pleasant memories,
and at times they make us smile through endless possibilities.



If ever it were possible, I would want to live within those thoughts and dreams,
afteralI, I am just another slave of Life's endless streams.
But, Life is not my greatest friend......it keeps reminding me of the harsh reality,
and my dreams just fade away like my very own spirituality.




Some thoughts never go away, because they were meant to last,
till my last breath, I will make sure they don't blow up in a mental blast.
The painful memories of yore keeps coming back thick and fast,
and I can only laugh at my mind's plight, suffocating within a cast.




If I were an eagle, I would have soared away high and far,
away from it all, away to a distant star.
I wouldn't have thought about hiding my scar,
because I will be my very own czar.




There my mind goes again running with the flow,
looking to free itself, it dug itself a hole.
One should never rein one's mind and make it slow,
because then we will only dig ourselves a burrow , just like a mole.



My dreams are my very own and nobody can take them away from me,
when we die, the only thing we can take back is our very own creativity.
Whats the use then of any further delay ???
because its better to burn out then to just fade away............