Dreamers

I am not perfect. There may be plenty of books I have not read even more things I have not done. My smile may not be cute and the words coming out of my mouth may not always be pleasant. I may prefer whiskey to feminine drinks, have secrets, a dark side. From time to time I may be too stubborn, too lazy, too emotional, too quiet or too loud. I may not be a great poet, a canon of beauty, a role model. And I may be insane, I may not be understood, yet I am not the only one. I am not perfect, I am the one your soul is looking for. Always there when you need me. With a glass in my hand, ready to listen, ready to talk, ready to chase the dreams.