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Wishful thinking of adventure

No Rhyme just an out pouring of pent up thoughts.

Wishful thinking of Adventure.

Do you ever dream of being able to fly?
Of being caught up in a huge battle?
Have you ever wanted an adventure?

Here I sit at my window, looking out.
Wondering about where I would go
if I could, leave all of this behind.
Start a new life? Would I go someplace
warm or cold, sunny or snowy.
Would I make new friends or just
morn the old. I'd left behind.

Should I find adventure? I ask myself,
longing for my feet to take me elsewhere.
If only I could travel into my books?
I wished.

A new adventure in each and every one.
New friend's to make and cherish
on every page. I could live hundreds.
No millions of new lives, each one more fantastical
than the last. I could be a tinker,
solider, sailor or spy.

I could be a vampire, angel, demon, human,
endless possibilities live under fictional skies.
imagination I know, knows no bounds
for just one moment I would like to fly,
soar above it all in the clouds.

For just a second I want to feel the rush,
of deep, lasting emotion as I part with a loved one,
even if it is only for a day, I would like to live a
different life and not be me.

Comments

I very much doubt that much would change HB. We are what we are and that's the real rub.
 
True Dither on both counts, but its fun to dream of impossible things from time to time. :)
 
Angst in poetry are bedfellows....this could be sub con or emotional response to words that have been used to understand inner desires...the fantasy an realism that come in the lines is were the angst is for me and the last stanza feels more real than the rest...like homers oddasy is about returning home the journey had to start before it could be written...
 
Esc this how I feel when I open any book, no matter how many times I've read it. Each time I find something new within the same words. I also weirdly find myself feeling jelous of the characters on the page. So yes there shoukd be a sense of angst that comes across and I'm glad it does.
 
Here we go a revision.

Wishful thinking of Adventure.


Do you ever dream of being able to fly?
Of being caught up in a huge battle?
Have you ever wanted an adventure,
that never ends?

Here I sit looking out, but trapped.
Wondering where I'd go, if I could,
just leave it all behind me. Start a new life?
And flee.

Would I go someplace warm,
or cold, sunny or covered in a film of snow?
Would I make new friends or just morn the old.
I'd left behind.

Should I find adventure? I ask myself,
longing my feet to take me anywhere,
elsewhere, to begin an epic journey,
if only I could travel into my many books?

I wish with ever fiber of my mind, that I could,
follow Lucy, pushing through the wardrobe,
Follow Bilbo as he crosses mountains,
or even chase after a whale on stormy seas.

To see a different world each and every day,
A new adventure is enclosed, new friend's to make,
to cherish, on every single page.
I 0 could live a hundred, no a m:)illion lives,
each one more fantastical than the last.

I could be a tinker, solider, sailor or spy.
I could be a vampire, angel, or a demon.

Endless possibilities live under fictional skies.
Imagination I know-knows no bounds
for just one single moment I would like to fly,
soar above it all and play amongst the stars.

For just a second I want to feel the rush,
of deep, lasting emotion as I part with a loved one,
to feel exhilarated as I stare war in the face.
I wish to join the pixies, fairies in their dance,
like to lounge in medow glades beneath a rose
tinted sky.

Each time I open the covers, a green monster,
rises inside me, clamoring to be free. I watch
the characters face trails and fall in love.
For just a single moment I like to feel a release,
Even if it is only for a day, I'd love to
crawl between the pages, to live a different life
than mine, to be free and to just not be me.
 
I would love to its a strange thing. May e thats why I create my own characters.
 
Every day is an adventure for me.

I could lose my life, my work is dangerous.

I am elated every day I don't

I could lose my money, I risk it every day.

I make money most days because I am willing to risk it.

My heart could be broken, I wear it on my sleeve.

I could lose a friend I have many.

I could make a new one, I extent my hand frequently

Everyday I chose to take a risk. I chose to put myself in a place where I could lose what I have.

Everyday I put myself in a place where I could win.

The choice is always yours, it just depends on what your willing to lose.
 
Maybe you should take a day adventure. Get in the
car and start driving pick a direction, or get on a train
with no destination, you’ll meet people, a smile goes
a long way and you’ll see new sites...I’ve had many
1-2 day adventures and the truth is, if you’re open
to it, something cool will happen...it usually does
for me.
 
Im always open to new things Tuesday, the above was only a reflecfion of the way I feel about books. I'm looking forward to having adventures once the weather warms up again. Miss taking pictures. :)

Thanks for the fantastic response Plasticweld, your words are inspirational. :)
 
It would be nice to just get lost, wouldn't it? We're born into an immense world and we only really experience a part of it.

I hope, one day, you get the chance.
 

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