" A Dream, A Thought"

I spun around in circles,

to watch my world go by,

and as i spun, I had a thought,

another question why.

"Why, if all the world's a dream,

do we just sit and ponder?

Ponder too long, the dream'll be gone.

Is all my life a blunder?"

And just like that,

my dream was gone.

It caught me by surprise.

I fell like rain onto the lawn,

and stared with owl eyes,

into my sky, so very bright;

a hand to shield the sun.

If, in fact, I'd questioned right,

then a blunder I'd become.

A hinder to myself alone,

destroyer of my dreams.

With that thought, I picked me up,

my darkened woods to roam.

I ended up down by the stream,

and plucked a stone to throw.

I labeled it "depression",

for all my shattered dreams,

and then I threw the rock,

and with it my disease.

It landed with a plop,

in the center of the stream,

and as it sunk it broke apart;

twas only dirt I'd thrown.

I watched it as it washed away,

and sat with sudden start.

Within that nasty ball of dirt,

was hidden my true heart.

Breath anew, I left the stream,

much happier than before.

Back to the meadow where I dream,

and hear my laughter soar.

A/N: okay, it rhymes, but its broken and needs mucho worko...i'm just too tired to care to fix it right now...or ever. i'm going to bed...on the couch...where i sleep...most times...cuz my dorm is like the arctic. the end.