• I stare in the mirror
    and see what i might want to be.
    I might lie awake on my bed,
    with thousands of questions running in my head.
    A poet, i know it!
    I can rhyme I have time.
    Or maybe I'll solve a crime.
    Be on a scene with my own team.
    I can create art. Sell it on the mart.
    All of this aches my brain.
    The passion i have aches my heart.
    Heart cease! cease,
    so i may rest with some peace.
    I awake and sigh in relief
    my heart it stops, my plead came!
    I awake once more......
    I then realize through my eyes
    I dreamed myself dreaming of my dreams.