Honeybee
February 28th, 2006, 11:06 PM
a little thing i wrote for english...
When you asked about my dreams for this world I see:
Shades of gray, green earth, blue birds, hands shaking, and foxes racing through the summer forest. No guns, no anger, people playing, trains on their tracks clean as a whistle, and culture with amazement. People throwing their heads back, in the middle of a crowd, laughing wrinkling their starch stiff suits.
When you asked me about my dreams for my neighbors and brothers I see:
People of uniform but still able to tell everyone apart, smiles bold, laughter and play. A ball rolls into a man’s foot. He picks it up, and hands it to the girl in a pink and yellow flower dress with a kind smile.
When you asked me for my dreams I see:
I see myself standing tall, consoling, shattering and putting the pieces back together, and simplicity. Tap dancing the stage away and finding no one in the audience, a cheesy smile, a pat on the head. A welcome greeting, being the best, running the farthest climbing the hardest, winning the race. Experiencing everything, staring at the stars, Swimming upstream, painting my world in words, writing my book that becomes famous. Having people saying “I love you” “thank you”, walking the streets I once knew, having a whole of carton of ice cream at three am. Finding what I have searched for my whole life, being able to fail and laugh about it, sing in front of an audience and get applause, having the nerve to kiss my love without thinking.
But when you get down to it dreaming and seeing aren’t always enough to make it happen. So for my last dream I want to put, able to grasp the complexity of my dreams and still able to accomplish them.
Honeybee~
When you asked about my dreams for this world I see:
Shades of gray, green earth, blue birds, hands shaking, and foxes racing through the summer forest. No guns, no anger, people playing, trains on their tracks clean as a whistle, and culture with amazement. People throwing their heads back, in the middle of a crowd, laughing wrinkling their starch stiff suits.
When you asked me about my dreams for my neighbors and brothers I see:
People of uniform but still able to tell everyone apart, smiles bold, laughter and play. A ball rolls into a man’s foot. He picks it up, and hands it to the girl in a pink and yellow flower dress with a kind smile.
When you asked me for my dreams I see:
I see myself standing tall, consoling, shattering and putting the pieces back together, and simplicity. Tap dancing the stage away and finding no one in the audience, a cheesy smile, a pat on the head. A welcome greeting, being the best, running the farthest climbing the hardest, winning the race. Experiencing everything, staring at the stars, Swimming upstream, painting my world in words, writing my book that becomes famous. Having people saying “I love you” “thank you”, walking the streets I once knew, having a whole of carton of ice cream at three am. Finding what I have searched for my whole life, being able to fail and laugh about it, sing in front of an audience and get applause, having the nerve to kiss my love without thinking.
But when you get down to it dreaming and seeing aren’t always enough to make it happen. So for my last dream I want to put, able to grasp the complexity of my dreams and still able to accomplish them.
Honeybee~