What do you think of,
When you pass everyone
On the street, in the halls?
Do you imagine the lives they live,
Winding and intertwining with your own
For the split second you glance at each other,
Eyes and mind already forming preconceived notions
Based on appearance and attitude.
Do you ever imagine
That you could be wrong?
I know people have been wrong about me,
Have seen it in their faces
As they pay no more attention to me than a passing glance
Shot sidelong out of the corners of their eyes.
They think many things, all readable in their expressions
Ranging from contempt to curiosity.
I bet they never guessed the truth.
My baggy clothes and hanging head
Hiding not shame, but curiosity.
Brain buzzing with thousands of questions and ideas
Just begging to get out, find some outlet into the world
Through which they can run free
And spread their wings of imagination.
I think up over a thousand scenarios a day,
From fictional universes
To the very real possibilities of my life
And how I may live the rest of it.
The desire to become a veterinarian,
Helping sick and hurting animals
Who need help and compassion during trying times.
Or a farmer, caring for a plethora of animals.
Horses, sheep, cows, goats
All grazing in the fields
As I harvest crops for the market.
Sometimes I journey to distant dimensions
Never before accessed by humans.
I traverse rocky terrain,
Exploring great planets of snow and trees
While studying the local fauna of the land.
Yes, behind this unsuspecting visage
Lays a mind rife with imagination and life.
People can think what they like of me
But I know, without a shadow of a doubt
In my entire being, that I am a dreamer.
And dreamers do great things.