My Dreams

Years I have trod, to find a suitable fertile ground.

To spread my roots, of knowledge gathered around.

Striding along the path, gauging minds of my kind.

Trying patiently as I wind, Unmatchable is what I find.

Where do I need to be… 

My search seemed endless though I fly to fields.

Marching along as I’m yet to sow myself to yield.

Assembling chunks of profit to match my dream.

Awaiting the nurtured soil to spread my gleam.

Where do I need to be…

Thoughts of progress branches out extensively. 

To all those who dream, drive their vision expansively.

Gathering grains of stimulants that help match the stream.

Harvesting instincts of hope that help flourish the dream.

This is where I dream to be…..