Unintentional Dream

I didn’t really think that far ahead.
My days were lived as they were what they seemed
Dissolving then, like fog upon the hill
And rolling into new ones, never dreamed.
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But if those moments offered up the ghost
Of longing, to be mine before the grave,
One might say that I dreamed of heartfelt songs
Offered daily, offered strong, and free, and brave.

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Tweetspeak Poetry asked about wildest dreams today. I realized, I never looked at dreams that way.... hmmm. 

How about you? What were your dreams and aspirations in childhood? There's room for you to share in the comment boxes over there. CLICK HERE.