Posted on by Catherine

If I was a dreamer

If I was a dreamer, my mind would soar,
Unfettered by the chains that bind me to the shore,
Painting visions of a world so grand and free,
Where possibilities know no boundaries.

But alas, I am not, for dreams elude my grasp,
Replaced by the harsh realities that tightly clasp,
The pragmatic mind that seeks the safest path,
Denying the allure of the tempest's wrath.

I long to taste the freedom that dreamers know,
To let my spirit on the winds of wonder blow,
Yet the practical self holds me firmly in its sway,
Denying the chance to drift away.

If only I could shed this mantle of restraint,
And let my heart's true passions paint,
A canvas of endless, boundless imagination,
But I am no dreamer, just a pragmatic creation.

So I watch from the sidelines, a silent spectator,
Envious of those who dare to be a creator,
Wishing I could join their ethereal dance,
But my feet are firmly planted, no room for chance.

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