I wish I could daydream like I did when I was a kid
when I was sat in primary school
bored out of my head
no teacher ever really got to me
I had daydreams only
occasionally they would be broken
on a rainy morning
when I'd see a mate strolling late
past the school gates
and I’d be encouraged at the sight of him
cos the day would become way better
than it had begun
there was a lot of fun to be had
even in days such as that
but now a worn out brain
doesn’t seem stimulated at all
not by anything that is happening
be it nothing or everything
how did I become so desensitised to existing
I only feel the bleakness of a disappointed heart.
M.C. Newberry
Thu 27th Feb 2020 13:28
The opening lines are an invitation hard to resist. The theme easy
to identify with as our young dreams give way to the realities of
life and earning a living. But we should never lose sight of our
dreams - or stop dreaming. For our dreams show that we can be more that we are - and for that we should always be grateful.