*For Jimmy

I hate that I'm a dreamer
I hate that sometimes dreams don't come true

The lonliness of being a dreamer
Almost automatically makes one a poet

Writing is an art; she's a beauty,
She's a lover and a good friend,
And she makes me cry all the time
Because she reminds me that I'm a poet
Thus reminding me that I'm a dreamer
And sometimes dreams don't come true

Mine don't -
I'll never be there with Jimmy and love -
Other dreams have come and gone
This one is important, I think
More so than my others

I don't know what to do with myself
- What have I done to myself -
When I don't sleep because I'm too busy dreaming?

03/05/2000

Posted on 10/26/2004
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