Where Dreams Grow I should be grateful, I have a place to go each day It’s an office where I work with a cup of coffee at my desk, and a swivel chair where I sit for hours in front of a screen, while my mind drifts and races to strange and romantic destinations I go to foreign lands on my break, and make sure the blinds are closed-- I sail where dreams grow like flowers I wish I had the courage to follow the path of most resistance, to acknowledge my intuition, to spend days enjoying my time without the need for a stimulant or a nine-to-five job to keep me in check I wish I could change the course of my direction.
This poem first published in, In Parentheses.
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
DO NOT MISS READING THIS from Mark!!!!!
Uh-huh, I think I know a few who may agree with this poem.