I used to live in dreams
A land of imagination
Hidden in my mind
A womb for ideas.
Words flung on sheets
Tunes fingered on keys
A self-indulgent pleasure
That remained that way.
Never made progress
Never gained success
Musically
Although my friends did.
There were glimmers of light
For me momentarily
But the time wasn’t right
To reach such heights
Yet
But in retrospect
Who knows?
But I have no regrets.
The dream was forming
The story was growing
Then, then, was maybe too soon
Ideas in the bank and not in the womb.
I travelled over hills
Crossed rivers, paths and fields
With voices in my head
No-one heard the words that were said,
Rxcept me.
I went deep down and out of sight
Dim it seemed but really bright
To me –
I found the me no-one else could see
And in a parallel universe
All became good
For me, but I knew it could
And would Eventually.
But the light was small
And the tunnel was long
The place I created
A route unmapped
but with direction
Where I was unloved
but not hated
Which was my intention.
I was driven by desire
Which lit the way an inner fire
I demanded nothing, but had that something
That made life worth living for.
I liked aims and dreams
But I wasn’t really a chaser
Success could have been a blessing
But the thought was too distressing
So I kept below the radar
To prevent going too far
From my comfort zone
I felt more comfortable alone
Putting pieces together
To form a better story
With told tails of hope and glory.
So, where am I in this day and age?
Decades have passed and at what stage
Have I reached or am I heading to
The point of realisation
That no-one realised I was at
I didn’t need to chase
Just drive and knew I would catch
What was destined to be found.
© 2025 – Colin E. Pyle