"For every dream that has slipped through the dream catcher’s web, I have caught one thousand (or more) daydreams strolling throughout the meadows of my mind."
In The Meadows of My Mind
When lines first emerge
beyond a mother’s gaze,
colors trickle in
through the teary haze.
What was once held hostage
to unrelenting need,
now yields to curiosity,
ubiquitously freed.
But, lines become boundaries,
with no end in sight,
and colors revealed
dull in the ennui of night.
As Curiosity once was
Imagination’s first trainer,
Rules n’ Expectations become
the Spirit’s restrainer.
Perhaps direction provided,
is truly meant for good,
but what of the attention
to know what you could…?
So you’re chained to a desk,
made a prisoner to time.
If not for the rules,
you’d considered it a crime.
Now the lectures endured
grate as buzzing bees in flight
Creating a longing,
for sweet dreams of night.
If only dreams were just friends,
still… friends aren’t always true,
So, escape from reality,
can become a prison too.
Can the spirit be freed
from chains seeking to bind?
Perhaps by strolling
thru the meadows of the mind.
When I turned from the lectures
to windows with light,
I created my own dreams,
without the darkness of night.
Releasing the chains
that bound me to a chair,
I traveled the world
while inside a square.
Oh the marvels imagined,
and adventures made,
Saved me from the reality,
of chasing a grade.
There were rivalries to be won
and at times, hearts to be lost.
But nothing really mattered,
as there was never a cost.
With no rules to be broken,
or boundaries of any kind
I had only my imagination
in the Meadows of My mind.
So avoid the task masters
seeking to control life,
As they’d bind your very soul
to an existence of strife.
Posting signs to deter passage,
thru any open gate,
There’s always some bastard
attempting to control fate.
And when life becomes tedious,
certainly no longer sublime.
Unleash your imagination to
explore the Meadows of Your Mind.
~ Drew Philips
