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Dream Seekers

by Matthew Taylor

Oh you foolish hunters of dreams, seekers of paradise,
where, oh where shall you look?
where shall you start?
will you ever finish, chances diminish,
futile, frustrating, endless are your roads.
seekers of utopia, soldiers of hopeful minds.
the long , winding road in your mind,
needs no map, no landmarks, no direction..
the truth is the things you seek are within,
not without merit, surely..
the thoughts kept sacred in the recesses of the heart
the fantasy like landscapes, only you know best.
we can dream can we not?
we can seek, but who shall find?
it all depends on to what end you expect,
protect your personal paradise, for it is yours alone.
and one day, not so far from now,
you may arrive, so survive,
stay well my warrior friends,
the road to eternity ,
never ends.



07/15/2006

Posted on 07/15/2006
Copyright © 2024 Matthew Taylor

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Christel Crews on 07/16/06 at 04:19 AM

yes, the road to our dreams should be kept safe and kept free.. free to dream :)

Posted by Vere Mantratriad on 07/19/06 at 03:59 AM

As one who lives mostly inside my head, I really like this. :)

Posted by Anne Engelen on 10/17/06 at 05:34 AM

like the flow of this one and enjoy the mental trip it sent me on

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