The Mind of a Dreamer

The mind of a dreamer never truly anchors down to the ground

Two feet on the ground while the soul cartwheels in the clouds

Fully aware of objective reason but still absentmindedly idealistic

Constantly torn between the brutality of what is and what will be

And that melancholy longing for the impossible, the unreachable wish

Despite all odds, despite all reasons, despite reality.

I think this is both the fact and fantasy of my life’s symphony:

To keep hoping, dear soul, even when hope may not make sense

To keep loving, even when the risks pile up like mountains

Stubbornly conscious that there are circumstances and harsh truths

Aware that at some point my floating heart will be forced to deflate

And nevertheless, still I dream, still I dream.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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