Don't tell what I can or cannot do
Or not to reach beyond my grasp
Don't try to place me in a little box
Or not to live each day as my last
Don't tell me that I should not dream
Or not to wish for much greater things
Dont tell that this is as good as life can be
For its these dreams that give me wings
With your words a prison you would build
For my dreams you would lock away
So to keep me anchored to your world
That my dreams would wither and fade
But your words like rain bounce off me
And although they may make me wet
I will with time become dry once more
To soar high amongst the clouds again
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Daniel (
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Very good Daniel
Very good indeed
Thank you WBL!
Thank you!
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Eloquent! Enjoyable read! -- phoenix
Thank you Phoenix!
Awesome write
Thank you Tony!
Welcome
A lot of times it is the ones we hold so close who try to stomp on our dreams. Gotta keep moving forward!
Thank you WBL!
🙂
neatly sums it up for me
Daniel this one I love it I spend a lot of time up there in the clouds. BRAVO!
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Thanks WW!
This is an enjoyable read. We can't ever lose sight of our dreams, even for others. Great poem!--Christina
Im not sure if this denotes the freedom of the hereafter but I enjoy thinking it does and how the carpe diem people wish to imprison us(like u put it so nicely) in the here and now' like theres no eternal life to come. U write in an awesome style, convincing and powerful. Yes poet lets dream of and wirk for the next world. This poem is rare n unique. Kudos.
So nice to read from u again. Hope u will too my latest
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