Free to Dream [sonnet]
“You’ve no ambition”, said the shrillsome voice.
“You’re lacking gumption, drive and raw desire.
Where are your savings, car? You’re spoiled for choice
to make yourself succeed; yet you lack fire”.
That’s what they’ve always said, as I recall.
At school I stared through windows for the joy.
The pictures in my mind, my waterfall;
how strange these things so many should annoy.
Yet, if we just seek stuff to have and own
and only want the things which we can touch,
when we have lost our flesh, we’ll be alone;
for there we’ll take no prop or earthly crutch.
The things they want are not what I esteem.
For all I want to be is free to dream…
© Alan Morrison, 2014
The Naked Troubadour 