Dreams
All the dreams I have,
Have not yet quite been said.
They’re fighting to be alive,
Not just wishes instead.
I know that if I say them,
Plan, and talk about,
That this is one step closer,
Than just being inside my head.
Next I want no rumors,
Just fact or fiction, yet truth,
To be sliced right down the middle,
Defining the what and who.
Leaving me with my options,
Unrestrained but by judgment’s care.
Who then would ever settle,
When all you need to do is dare?
What joy there is to work,
With ambition on your side,
And see your whole life turning,
As a ransomed love affair, and joy ride.
Then gather friends beside you,
Let bounty, love, and truth,
Provide until the sunrise,
Brings vast morning wealth, as proof.
But do not count on money,
‘Tis a random fleeting thing.
The abundance of which I speak,
Is the peace caught hold from giving.
Shane
Shiftless Core 