An Extraordinary Dreamer

Since childhood my vivid and alluring aspirations painted my rainbows with different colors, not the ones I was after and truly adored... who has ever heard of a teenager being bored? Anytime I saw a train leave the station with its smooth rhythm, I wanted to be that conductor who could never fall asleep, and at every stop he would look carefully before closing the doors... then, laid-back, watch the changing landscape and whistle his tunes! If imagination had not been there to tackle my reflective tendencies that were, indeed, rooted in all aspects of the present wilderness, I wouldn't have cultivated this passion and turn it into a realistic dream... which allowed inspiration to enter the subconsciousness of this thinker's realm! The fast-paced postman delivering mail to mailboxes seldom locked, thrilled me; he looked so sharp and handsome greeting folks, and it would have been an honor to chat with them, listening to their suggestions and helping them thoroughly... I visualized myself as such, and even practiced it daily in front of large mirror! If tons of ideas hadn't fed the urge to jot down details with ebullient imagery, unless I wasn't aware of their poignant meaning and powerful message, I wouldn't have let fantasy create an extraordinary dreamer out of someone so ordinary... to adorn dullness with my cheerfulness and change winter to spring!