Wordy dreams, at times, rarely experienced;
dreamy words, often peppered and minced.
It all, carelessly, tossed into a heap
out on the corner, where words are cheap.
Get up! Soft, tender, Words, come, let us play!
Let us pretend, we dance; imagine romance.
Let us be alone with the wind, all through the weary day;
safe from life, and every strange circumstance!
Together, we will explore, dark cavernous
tunnels, where secrets lived, open, and free.
I simply cannot wait, to leave all of the fuss;
and float off, escape to the clouds: my words, and me...
(...whatever you, choose to, do with your time,
does not concern me; that, is your dream, and - your rhyme.)
