Grand Dreams

The drum that called ,
the dance that lured,
the smell that sought,
to blind me.

I march the tune,
happy and more
with clear thoughts and
grand dreams.

Who knew of laundry to wash
or food to cook?

So I see the dream
as it calls what is not.
Yet I dream, yet I hope,
for all is never lost;

Though grand dreams seem too far
too grand they are,
to stray afar.

I stray my path,
to stay my path
and dream on
to stay my path.