In the few idle moments of the day The few The very few I think I dream Big plans And small How I can achieve my goals How I will relax tonight A film? A beer? Finish my masterpiece Find fame and fortune And then the moment’s gone Reality bites Decisions are taken away And I am the whim of everyone else again Maybe I should stop thinking Stop dreaming So my dreams Are no longer buried In disappointment
Scott Bailey is an author and blogger. His works include the dystopian novel “Mankind Limited”, "Thirteen Tales" – a collection of Ghost Stories and “A Spring of Dreams” collection of poetry, plus his latest work, a collection of epic poems - Andervayne's Dream. His blogging ranges across family articles, poetry and short stories and even the odd book or movie review.
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