I don’t need to give you reasons
because this is what I believe in.
This life of mine has limited time,
but I’ll keep looking for what is mine.
Sometimes I feel like an exotic bird
in a foreign land ran by the man.
My wings are strong, but not for long.
I just don’t know how far I’ll go.
I chase pink clouds and blue skies.
Mellifluous songs play as I fly
in an open sky so far and wide.
I will not run in life’s rat race;
I’ll glide on through at an easy pace.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 