There are days I dare to dream,
Then tell myself it’s not to be:
“Foolish girl!” I’ll reprimand;
“Yes, you: For that is all they see.”
True or not, that’s what it seems;
And what else will it ever be
If this foolish girl
Doesn’t dare to dream?
"When I am writing, I am trying to find out who I am…" –Maya Angelou
There are days I dare to dream,
Then tell myself it’s not to be:
“Foolish girl!” I’ll reprimand;
“Yes, you: For that is all they see.”
True or not, that’s what it seems;
And what else will it ever be
If this foolish girl
Doesn’t dare to dream?
You don’t see me, but I’m here,
Watching the tears fall from your face.
I dare myself forward to comfort you;
But too late. Another takes my place.
A cynic by necessity,
Still aching to believe
That through all life’s pains,
One day there’ll be reprieve.