Ideals By Laura

I had a collection stashed under dust The feeling came over me with a wind and a rush So I built my dreams Out of impossible extremes I found a place where my soul talks in rhyme And I answer back to it from time to time But I’ll never give up what make me tick Even if my ego takes a lick I shall set my goals On pale paper or paper with holes And I will rattle doors with a thunderous bang And listen to the voice of experience that sang Every now and then I’ll bite more than I can chew And kick myself in the ass when I’m feeling blue I won’t put off what can be done today And I hope to keep writing till I’m old and gray