Here’s To Us
To those of us who lie awake
Each night amidst our thoughts.
Words aswimming against the stream
Just longing to be caught.
To those of us who grasp at rest
Just outside our reach.
As schemes are being hatched between
Our waking and our sleep.
To those of us who've donned the hats
Of more characters than we can count.
Who've travelled all the world round
While never leaving the living room couch.
To those who dream beyond their reach,
Who paint without the brush.
Creating something out of nothing
Too glorious to be touched.
A salute to all who live by the pen
Who know not when genius will strike.
Who have forgone the clock
And refuse to live
By such simple restraints as time.
To those whose hearts spill out unabashed
Like ink overturned on the page.
Who get cut time and time again
But can only bleed in black.
Adding myself to this rank of dreamers,
The ones who can't stay in the lines,
Has truly caused no grievance as such
For where else could I be genuine?
So here's to us:
The lovers, the seekers,
The wild eyed dreamers.
The ones playing tag on the moon.
Who leap across rooftops,
Play hide n' seek with the stars
Then softly land back in their rooms.
So let's raise a glass to the poets of old,
And those just starting to sprout.
For a world without you would be oh so dull,
Your creativity truly stands you out.