Per Chance to Dream
There was a sudden interest brewing in my mind,
I could be anything, the rules were clearly undefined.
It was freedom,
It was liberty,
All I needed now was the ability.
The ability to grow,
To spread my wings,
And let the spirit of life flow.
There’s nothing mundane about such a dream
A hopeful scene.
My imagination means more to me,
Then the reality of this impending situation.
I’ve arrived close to a perilous edge,
Waiting for a saviour with silent breathes.
In haste I rush forward to an uncertain unknown,
I need to find some answers,
Or am I to remain here, bitter and frozen.
Maybe I’ve been forgotten,
If theirs is a list of fortune,
I most presently reside somewhere at the bottom.
I relish in the allure of such a dream.
It’s like the pleasure of strawberries and cream.
Everything tastes better, when it seems so sweet.
Only the truth is it is much more of a feat.
I’ll take the rough,
I’ll take the knocks.
But it won’t turn back these endless clocks.
See it is inevitable,
Time will keep passing,
Whether I’m here or not.
© 2012 Alana Bembridge