Daydreaming
I am young and I have dreams,
And they are bold
In my mind they are vivid,
With full color
I can see them with shut eyes,
Only in sleep
Beautiful yet, quite fleeting
Gone in morning
I live hoping that someday
I will see them
Full and real, marked with life,
Grasped in my hands
I want to see, with wide eyes,
The dreams of a bold, young man
This poem is about:
Me