This was another old poem, actually written to be read in live performance (kind of the old poetry slam type of dealio). There is a very deliberate rhythm that is meant to be heard when reading/listening. I’m not sure if that rhythm translated – I tried to use line breaks, punctuation, and bolding to translate the specific emphases into text. Either way, I still have a fondness for the piece.
Who are you –
Who has made me think, who has encouraged me to question?
I need more people like you.
More people who understand, who encourage.
I know I can be the best if I truly want to be,
But I don’t want to be the best, just the best me.
But people seem to stifle me, to put down my opinions, to tell me I can’t succeed –
Is it so much to want to dream,
To want to move beyond this life into a realm beyond that of my deepest imagining?
I want so much from life – I want to love and live and learn.
People tell me that’s not good enough. That I need a plan, that I need to be realistic;
But you — You mysterious entity never truly insult me.
You give me something to think about, you pose a question and give me time to answer it without rushing my answer.
You let me dream.
Though you never encourage the impossible – You understand your limits and my own,
But you know how to stretch them.
It isn’t about being perfect, or being beautiful, or being optimistic – It’s about being real;
And reality can sometimes feel like a dream,
And in dreams all is perfect,
But perfection is in the eye of the beholder
And in my eyes,
I see you.
And I say thank you
For being there
For being true.