A Little Place Of My Own

A Little Place Of My Own

6/12/2001

By Tara N. Walker

On silver wings I ride,

High, high, into the sky.

Or on ships of clouds I sail,

And I feel as if I can fly.

It's my own little place inside my mind,

Where I sink to daydream.

It's all my own, but I am trying to share it here with you,

It's a place where fantasy becomes real and reality not quite so keen.

Sometimes staring at the sunset,

I am the evaporating clouds.

Sometimes I am the stars,

When nobody else is around.

I'm not sure if you will call me crazy,

All I know, is that this place is in my mind.

It is my place of peace,

When no other peace can I find.

It is the place where my soul is put at rest,

And I can lay my burdens down.

A place where I can close my eyes in safety,

And let my smile set it, taking away the frown.

A place where I can lay on my back in a grassy field,

Although in reality I may be in the midst of a crowd.

A place where I can always find silence,

Even though in reality, things may be quite loud.

This is the little place of my own,

That I want so much for others to understand.

I hope that one day I won't be the only one there,

I know someone will find me there if they can.