Often I like to wander,
To walk with no purpose or care
To run through ideas and ponder
To breathe in sweet night air
Ideas, revelations, dreams
That all run through my mind
Take the shape of many things
Trees, animals, and streets lined
With pebbles and flowers lit bright
They shine around me on the ground
Though it be only night.
My footsteps alone they pound
Since I am alone, I dance
No one is present to assume
Why, by myself, I like to prance
Through the night's quiet gloom
I take this journey by night
But always I'm in bed
I try to sleep, tucked in tight
As shaped dreams float through my head.
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Great!
I absolutly love this. I can relate so much to this poem its crazy. Outstanding poem.
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