Being a dreamer must be highly troublesome
Having to dream all alone
In your mind, you live invariably
Yet you call every place a home
An unending conviction for the whole
And you're told you're awfully curious
For someone who isn't meant to judge
While knowing their presumption is spurious
You've ever got a head to dream about
But not ever a head to dream about you
And when a day comes, and you're not 'round
They'll be remembered, not you who brought it to
A claim we express redundantly
While we express upon amiss
To be utterly mistaken
Is to be a dreamers premise
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Anthology One
Poetry"Anthology One" invites readers into a captivating exploration of diverse poetic landscapes, each verse a unique journey through emotions and experiences. From the rhythmic odes celebrating the beauty of nature to the sonnet that paints the delicate...
