No Box

(poems go here) There is one type of person Society doesn’t like to see Alas, I’ve met that person, He’s very close to me The Dreamer I shall call him For, when we strip away a name, We truly see what a person can be And know them all the same Most of the schools and colleges All ‘round the area were astounded Because most things they said he should know Left him quite dumbfounded He tried hard though, oh! How he tried! And working, too, the fool! Alas, he could not pass a class, And was abandoned by the school. Branded as lazy, as dumb, as unmoving, One who cannot be taught He was forced to take a laboring job Working for almost naught All day he toiled, working hard At one of the most menial jobs you could find But if you will allow me, I would like to show you his mind The mind of The Dreamer “Over the hill and vale I run I am the trees, the earth, the sun I slip into rocks, through caves they form I feel the breeze trying to carry me home I sit in the dark, the torch my light Whilst metal I form to my delight With pieces of brass, copper, and steel I create anything I feel Pencil and brush shall be my tool With ink, paint, lead creating the rule My mind is no limit, though it’s hard to stand How transfer to canvas can leave ideas bland Through tunnels and dungeons crawls my mind Making the monsters the heroes will find Or being the hero, casting spells, swinging sword, Saving the townsfolk and being adored! Oh, is that the time? How it does fly! I suppose I should get going I have burgers to fry.” And away goes The Dreamer, on with his life Away to his work, earning little for pay Still, through his mind drift his thoughts and ideas He wishes to share with the world, someday.