I Have a Dream
My dream is simple,
it’s to become you.
Banishing this fate,
a mental state renewed.
I won’t send the baggage,
that is clinging to my soul.
I’ll carry on the tradition,
of being out of control.
My dream is not complex,
Alas! It’s attainable indeed.
A mind free from chaos,
is all I actually need.
Even if it’s for a week,
so I can see the other side.
Of a purified mental status,
not this mania which resides.
Facing the endless obstacles,
may seem a bit extreme.
But not for me my sane one,
for all I have is dreams…...
Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2008
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