A good friend of mine recently wrote this essay/freeform poetry thing, and being a person who thought it was rather good decided to share his work with everyone. I would have encouraged my friend to share unfortunately his computer recently up and died on him. (And yes he did give me permission.)


My Greatest Gift?

I am a dreamer.

That is what I am. It is my greatest gift, but my greatest failing.
With it I dream of worlds beyond my reach and revel in them, but I become blind to the world that lays about me, and life pasts me by. Though this does not sadden me, but there are things in life that I leave untended, and one day that may very well be my undoing.

I am a dreamer.

And there is nothing I can do about. I don?t even know why, it is simply a fact.
I dream, that is what I do, but it is not always for the best. At the time when I try to reconnect myself with the world of reality, I am only half there, the rest of me drifts through thoughts, always tugging at the rest of me, always drawing me back to my nature, a constant distraction that has no end.

I am a dreamer.

For better or worse, I run across fields, the wind roaring as it rushes to keep up. Yet in the world I grew round, my body slow, but my mind is free.
I bear few regrets for in the world of shadows, all is well. My life is nothing but a shadow as I dream beyond. But I try to live here, in the world of flesh and bone, but my nature calls and I can?t escape. Try as I might, my two worlds do not join, not now but one day I dream? I hope that I can find a way. Until then the dreams call to me, always.

I am a dreamer?

Now and forever. Gifted, or cursed to bear a child?s view of the world, even through the trials of an adult. At times it is a freedom, at others, it bears a heavy weight upon me. I wish to see the world of life as it should be, but I am a dreamer and I never want to lose that. I am afraid that, if given the choice between one or the other, I would choose the land of dreams.

I am a dreamer?

In the land of dreams and imagination I reside among kings and lords, godly and immortal, but here I am but a man, doomed to die with the passage of time. My dreams are my children, and I would never forsake them, not even for the greatest of gifts. The dreams drew me in, and I can never fully leave them behind.

I am a dreamer?

Though I am lord within my dreams, I am not lord over my dreams.
They came as they will, regardless of my whims, though I never resist very hard, the dreams are what I hold dear. One day I shall master them, until then I dream.

I am a dreamer

Even now I hear them; the sound of a sword being drawn, the tribal noises as feet dance about a fire, whispers on the wind, the scream of a dieing warrior forgotten on the field of battle. They are always there, giving me my stories, my greatest gift. But every gift has a price, mine is the world of the living.

I am a dreamer

I it shall forever pull me in. The stories of heroes and evils, all whirl through my head. A content distraction only ceased through the funneling of their energies, pulling me away from the needed attentions of life. I bear not woman, trade or wealth, and often I wonder why, but the answer is always there? for I am a dreamer, wasting my labours as I struggle to keep my mind in the here rather then the there, but always they call, my greatest failing.

Forever the dreamer? My greatest gift, and my greatest failing.