Writing Poems of a Dreamer [PG]

[NashvilleDream]

[font=Verdana][u]The Thinking[/u]

Been thinking lately
About life and the world
About memories and sadness
And all the good thing too
Though those thoughts are less numerous
As of late

I walked the winding road
That weaves it's way through my mind
I saw patches of darkness that got thicker
The deeper I delved
I saw green hills and rolling pastures
Creeks winding through forests
Vast dusty plains
And soaring mountains

But all this disappeared
When I got too deep
All was darkness
I lost the path
And strayed

But I saw a light
And followed it
And standing at its source
You, in all your glory
Though it may be small

I thought about this
And I came to this conclusion
You are my light
My candle in the dark
I love you not because you are my light
It is because you are you
It's by your nature you are light
And by your nature I love you


[u]The Child[/u]

[/font][font=Verdana]Hey mister
Mister are you there?
[/font][font=Verdana]Mister do you love me?
Will you take me home?
[/font][font=Verdana]Mister I need you
Please mister?[/font][font=Verdana]

[/font][font=Verdana]Hey mister
[/font][font=Verdana]Mister whatcha doin?
[/font][font=Verdana]Mommy said people cry when they?re sad
She said they cry when they?re happy too though isn?t that weird?
[/font][font=Verdana][font=Verdana]Mommy cried on a big wooden box
Daddy never showed up after they put the box in the ground
Isn?t that weird mister?[/font]

Hey Mister
Mister where you goin?
Can I come with you mister?
Mommy said lots of people love me
Do you love me mister?
Mister?

[/font][font=Verdana]Hey mister
[/font][font=Verdana][font=Verdana]Why don?t you talk?[/font]
One time, mommy stopped talking
Mommy hasn?t talked in a long long time
I don?t know where mommy is
But they made me watch some people putting a box in the ground
[/font][font=Verdana]What was the box for mister?
Mister, do you know why they put it in the ground?

Hey mister
Mommy used to say that people go in the ground when they die
What?s ?die?
Do you know mister?
Hey mister?

[u]The Independent Spirit[/u]

I dance to the beat of my own drum
I follow the lead of no one
I write my own story
I dream my own dreams
I drive my own rhythm
And I move my own feet
I am no one's but my own

I've never been good at
Following orders
It's never been my style
To follow the crowd
Society's views don't matter to me
I'll say what I want and I'll say it loud

My past is past
My Future is mine
It's [i][b]MY[/b][/i] battle
And I'm on the front line[/font]

[u]The Wanderer[/u]

Walking
I'm walking
How long have I been walking?
I don't know
But I'm walking
Walking on into forever

I come here to get away
To my own special place
That only comes when I'm walking
Walking
Slowly walking into forever

[u]The Truth[/u]

Alone
Solitary, silent
Death
Eternal, ending
Peace
Unlasting, unreal

[u]The Fading[/u]

It's dissapearing
Slowly fading
This world that I have known
It's dissapating
Slowly fading
This life that I have known

I'm dieing on the inside
And the world is slowly fading
Dieing
Going away

Dissapearing from existance
Taking pain and comfort with it
Nothing here
Not me, not the world
It's gone
Faded
Went away