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.