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A kid who dreams, who loves to roam

Childhood poem

By Safa JamaPublished 3 months ago 4 min read
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A kid who dreams, who loves to roam
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Lost in thought, no one can see

A world of wonder inside of me

A kid who dreams, who loves to roam

Through a labyrinth of thoughts, his home

He wanders through fields of green

Where mountains rise and rivers gleam

Where unicorns roam and dragons fly

And the sun never sets, it lights up the sky

A place of magic, a world of his own

Where the impossible is possible, the unknown

A kid who gets lost in his thoughts

Where the mundane is transformed into naughts

He builds castles made of clouds

And talks to the stars, so bright and proud

He dances with fairies, sings with the birds

And writes stories that have never been heard

A world without limits, a place without rules

Where his imagination is his greatest tool

He creates characters with their own tales

And envisions adventures with no set trails

In his mind, he can be anything

A king, a knight, a fairy with wings

He can explore the depths of the sea

Or travel to galaxies, far and free

There are no boundaries, no restrictions

Just endless possibilities and rich fictions

He can be a hero, a villain, or a friend

Until his journey in his mind comes to an end

But as the outside world starts to call

And daydreams fade, reality will stall

He'll try to hold on to his magical land

But slowly, it slips through his hand

Back in the real world, he's just a kid

Lost in his thoughts, so easily amid

The chaos and noise, the mundane routine

That sometimes feels like a bad dream

But he knows deep down, that his thoughts

Are what truly make him, what others may not

Understand, the beauty and wonder inside

That sets his soul on an endless ride

For he is a dreamer, a creator, a muse

His mind is a universe, vast and profuse

And though he may seem lost to some

He'll always find his way back home

To the world of his thoughts, his hidden sanctuary

Where his imagination is never weary

For he is a kid who gets lost in his thoughts

And that's where his true magic is wrought.

He wanders through his mind,

Lost in a sea of thoughts.

Days pass by, but he's confined,

To a world where time has naught.

The years have brought him here,

To a place of endless dreams.

Where reality disappears,

And nothing is as it seems.

He drifts through memories,

Both good and bad alike.

Reliving moments endlessly,

Lost in his own mind's hike.

His thoughts, a tangled web,

Of hopes and fears intertwined.

A never-ending mental ebb,

That only he can find.

The world around him fades,

As his mind takes center stage.

In this place, he's unafraid,

Of life's harsh and bitter rage.

He traverses through the past,

Where nostalgia sings its song.

A journey that will forever last,

Within his mind, where he belongs.

But there are days when he's lost,

In a maze of doubt and pain.

Past failures and regrets exhaust,

And his thoughts drive him insane.

He replays every mistake,

Every wrong turn he's made.

His mind a constant earthquake,

Of regrets that never fade.

His thoughts, a double-edged sword,

That can bring either joy or sorrow.

A constant battle, never ignored,

In this maze that's hard to follow.

He longs for moments of peace,

From the chaos within his mind.

But the thoughts, they never cease,

A never-ending bind.

Yet amidst the storm of thoughts,

There are moments of clarity.

A break from the endless knots,

And a chance to find serenity.

He dreams of a simpler time,

When thoughts were mere whispers.

Before they became a crime,

In this never-ending blizzard.

But still, he finds solace,

In the world within his head.

Where his thoughts can roam free,

And his soul can be fed.

For he knows that he's not alone,

In this journey through his thoughts.

Others, like him, have grown,

Lost in the endless dots.

He's just an adult,

Who gets lost in his thoughts.

A wanderer in a tumult,

Within his own mind's slots.

So let him drift away,

In the sea of his own mind.

For in that world, he'll stay,

Leaving reality behind.

And though he may seem lost,

In this maze of thoughts and dreams.

He's just an adult, at most,

In a world that's not what it seems.

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