This poem is just showing how one day, a normal schoolchild will be the answer to problems crossing the nations of the world at the moment.


Future Dreaming

I am trapped in the centre of my mind,
Trying to see a world I'll never find,
A world where everyone is equal,
A world to be Earths amazing sequel.

I find myself sitting and thinking in wonder,
Could I fix this little blunder?
The mess that the Earth is in,
Thanks to people like Bush and kin.

Could I be the one to fix it all?
Could I ever grow so tall?
I doubt the job would be for me,
But it's in the future, so we'll see.




Poetry by TigerEyes
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Written on 2008-12-27 at 01:40

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Daybreaker
Such a sincere beautiful poem!

Love it!
2008-12-27


weirdzarun
The center of the mind is the richest yet most isolated region. It is like being locked in a bank vault. All the money and nowhere to spend it. I find it interesting you mention Bush, as it says on the site that you are British, and me being a yank, amusing to behold. He's on his way out though, pretty soon we'll have someone new to blame our problems. Great text, everyone loves ambitious helplessness.
2008-12-27


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Tiger Eyes...
"A world where everyone is equal"

I'm pulling for you!!!!

Good poem offering hope

Stan
2008-12-27



our impossible dreams hinder us from seeing beyond our scope.
2008-12-27