writing I dream of a lullaby

[Ferret Girl 2,642]

Sometimes, I too dare to dream.

Though, all too often it seems that the world is against such things.

 

These, precarious things they are, oh how do they sing?

If I dare, alongside a fallen memory, will all end as I have hoped?

 

If such occurences are not to be my nature than why do I dream?

If my only reaon for dreaming is simply of my daring ways, then what hope is there?

None such that i would consider wishing upon the newly fallen star.

 

But, oh to wish, a wish upon a dream.

One which i have forsaken.

And to what end, for i still dream of dreams.

I long, and find myself restless in trying to understand them.

I dream, when all i want is rest.

 

If I do in fact one day find myself resting, then what will become of you?

You, who are the tether of my equilibrium.

Do I dare to cease dreaming of dreams in pursuit of rest?

Can i possibly say good-bye?

 

 

 

 

 

oh how I have dreamed...

And oh have i wasted myself along the way.

It was,f course, my choice to make, and I fear i may have chosen wrong.

Even without the ambition of dreams that I long sought to do away with,

I still find myself lost.

Lost, because just that, I chose to do these things.

And I chose the path of no more dreams to take hold of me.

Such is how I lost you...

 

What am I now?

A simple man that dares only to talk to himself.

 

 

 

 

-David Favret

[Doctor-Whooves 288]

Excellent work. I've never really been good at poetry, but you obviously don't share that hindrance. *Proceeds to Hand you a medal*