Wed Oct 06, 2010 4:27 am
My poem(please enjoy)
I am a dreamer......
I had a dream,
Long, long ago
A dream without machines
A dream without sadness, sorrow, or woe
I live my life, seeing the termoil around me
And through it all, the sadness and lack of glee
I sit by and watch, as time flies by
Wondering how this will end, for you and I
I live a hard life by day, and lazy and carefree, at night
I wonder how we've come so far, since man's first flight
I am cold for what Im used to,
Yet hot for the time of year through
I am hot with the curiosity of wonders yet to come
And ideas past gears and mechanics held up by the human gum
I have no desires, only curiosity,
For the loose grip of what with man's generosity
I stay up late, way past my bed-time
To wonder how things will be, in a future without rhyme
My heart is calm, my thoughts slowly fade
I begin to sleep, in what's darker than shade
Until sleep I am but a thinker
Now in sleep I am a dreamer
I dream of what is to be
And how life is, for you and me
I see fast flying machines, round buildings towering high
I see wealth all around, but not a tree in my eye
Oh, we have developed to this style
No need to have mother nature on trial
I see large objects, lining the sky,
They've replaced the clouds so high.
I am quickly shown the ways of man
And shown the past days I ran
I have seen that there was no need
For our generations problems we'd heed
The sky turns gray, but the sun never sets,
We stay out doors, with our robot pets
As I feel my final breath,
I can clearly see, our death
As we leave, not a soul is by,
Just our neighbor, who will not die.
We were the last of our generation
A time when all things had rhyme
A time, when everyone lived
But must pay back, and die
Although they may live
I cannot give
Them the gift of you and I
The gift that we must take with us, when we die
As I slip away, the man next to me shows me kindness
The last generosity from all of human's blindness
They watch me slip, but I do not feel,
For I go and dream of nights that were still
As they close my eyes, I am brought back
To a time I wished would stay
And a time when no one was lead astray
And all could lay their head back, at the end of the day
I have gone away now, to my eternal dream
With you close behind, there's not even a scream
They package up my body, and hury you along,
Just to what they've been waiting to do for so long
I am a dreamer, not for me or you,
But for the times that we value
That will soon fall through
For I had a dream,
Long, long ago
A dream without a machine
A dream without sadness, sorrow, or woe
I've had this dream, now you may feel
What will soon become what is surreal
I have seen what will be
And what will happen to you and me
Because I am a dreamer......
I had a dream,
Long, long ago
A dream without machines
A dream without sadness, sorrow, or woe
I live my life, seeing the termoil around me
And through it all, the sadness and lack of glee
I sit by and watch, as time flies by
Wondering how this will end, for you and I
I live a hard life by day, and lazy and carefree, at night
I wonder how we've come so far, since man's first flight
I am cold for what Im used to,
Yet hot for the time of year through
I am hot with the curiosity of wonders yet to come
And ideas past gears and mechanics held up by the human gum
I have no desires, only curiosity,
For the loose grip of what with man's generosity
I stay up late, way past my bed-time
To wonder how things will be, in a future without rhyme
My heart is calm, my thoughts slowly fade
I begin to sleep, in what's darker than shade
Until sleep I am but a thinker
Now in sleep I am a dreamer
I dream of what is to be
And how life is, for you and me
I see fast flying machines, round buildings towering high
I see wealth all around, but not a tree in my eye
Oh, we have developed to this style
No need to have mother nature on trial
I see large objects, lining the sky,
They've replaced the clouds so high.
I am quickly shown the ways of man
And shown the past days I ran
I have seen that there was no need
For our generations problems we'd heed
The sky turns gray, but the sun never sets,
We stay out doors, with our robot pets
As I feel my final breath,
I can clearly see, our death
As we leave, not a soul is by,
Just our neighbor, who will not die.
We were the last of our generation
A time when all things had rhyme
A time, when everyone lived
But must pay back, and die
Although they may live
I cannot give
Them the gift of you and I
The gift that we must take with us, when we die
As I slip away, the man next to me shows me kindness
The last generosity from all of human's blindness
They watch me slip, but I do not feel,
For I go and dream of nights that were still
As they close my eyes, I am brought back
To a time I wished would stay
And a time when no one was lead astray
And all could lay their head back, at the end of the day
I have gone away now, to my eternal dream
With you close behind, there's not even a scream
They package up my body, and hury you along,
Just to what they've been waiting to do for so long
I am a dreamer, not for me or you,
But for the times that we value
That will soon fall through
For I had a dream,
Long, long ago
A dream without a machine
A dream without sadness, sorrow, or woe
I've had this dream, now you may feel
What will soon become what is surreal
I have seen what will be
And what will happen to you and me
Because I am a dreamer......
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I make some poems myself. Love your poem though