To fly is a dream come true | The Art of Poetry | Page 1

I wanna be the quilt that grandmas pass down to generations
For their stitches show passion beyond imagination
It feels unreal to want to live so much
To feel the thoughts in my head rush
So many ideas to express in so many pieces to unpack
So many skills to learn and so much that I lack
But if the world were right
I would want to speak, draw, and write
My creativity would flow beyond the late hours
Artworks so beautiful I would receive bouquets of flowers
A world so cruel but able to be molded
I want pursue my dreams not matter if I’ll be scolded
Because as Icarus fell from flying to far
He chuckled cause the sensation was beyond subpar
I too would like to feel the breeze of afternoon sun
And I know at some point I’ll drown from the fun
But at least I filled my glass past full
Because some leave theirs to dull

#To fly is a dream come true