by Richard Ellis

Created on: December 08, 2009

Daydreams.

Often in a quiet time I let my mind drift,
To places that I've never gone;
Dreaming dreams of great heroic deeds,
That I have never done.

I am a hopeless daydreaming romantic,
With a Walter Mitty imagination,
Creating stories that make me feel good,
To counter an often dull occupation.

Chasing rainbows for that pot 'o gold,
Or moonbeams way off in the by and by;
Hoping for stardust miracles;
Wishing for the elusive pie in the sky.

But when I come back down to earth,
I can often be quite pragmatic,
And I put my daydreams away for awhile,
But they're always near, like toys in the attic.

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