The Dreamer

There is whirlpool in my head A storm of unformed thoughts A gallery of fleeting images A staccato of blaring sounds Arms outstretched I reach for a dream Amidst a million divergent voices Here’s my intelligence playing tricks on me Damn the metaphors and speak plainly Head in the clouds i reach for that dream Till the calming of stormy thoughts When pictures of perfection light up my mind And crystallized serenity is attained