My Dream

Once I had a dream
that i was a famous singer
I would sing my heart out
thousands of people would
listen to me
but I was alone

Another night, I had 
another dream
that I was a famous musician
playing and playing around
the world
thousands of people would 
listen to me
but my music had no
meaning

Then, one night, I had
my final dream
that I was an unknown
poet
writing freely to my heart's 
content
no one heard me as I 
read them
now my life has purpose

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was a little poem I wrote when I realized that I didnt care what other people didnt like about how I write poetry. Writing makes me happy. Right now, in my life, being happy is rare. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Please leave comments and critique my work. Thanks and God Bless.

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Astral_Tides's picture

nice! I like they symmetry of

nice! I like they symmetry of arts you created here.


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.

 

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Didnt even notice that. Thank

Didnt even notice that. Thank you(: