I dream not of titles before my name,
nor of trophies to adorn my shelf
I dream my simple heart stays the same;
that I do not lose my undecorated self
I dream not of precious gold,
nor of shallow fame
I dream of having stories to be told,
and of having a bigger aim
I dream not of fake friends,
nor of cases of half-love
I dream of new experiences on weekends,
and showers of cleansing rain from above
I dream of foreign places,
and of distant stars I’d like to roam
I dream of meeting new unfamiliar faces,
and yet feeling inside at home..
Poet's Corner 