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Inheritance (Daydreamer)

I inherited the best part of my father;  
The heart of a dreamer  
Those who do not dream  
when awake, and aware  
can never understand  
how we justify a day  
of "doing nothing"  
They do not see the results  
of how our hearts are lifted  
Or the difference in our eyes  
when we perceive things  
a little higher  
on our spectrum  
They don't see where we went today;  
Back in time, or forward  
Nor can they comprehend  
what we've done  
to fix the things in our pasts  
Like the broken fences  
or burnt bridges  
We've tended to our thought'd wounds  
So that we are stronger, for tomorrows  
We color over the dark times  
with brighter things  
like new love  
or rediscovered honor  
And as the rest of humanity  
return to their homes  
in the evening,  
passing me by  
as I sit idly upon my porch  
like someone's now old dad,  
they glance at my aging car  
and over-growing yard  
They scorn me with their tired eyes  
and lack of accomplishment  
But I, resting from today's mental journey  
feel sorry for their lack of fulfilment  
I am overweight at heart  
I am satisfied  
None of my bridges are burning  
I hunger for nothing  
It's simple treasures for a dreamer;  
A glorious sunset to the left  
a double rainbow to the right  
These are the pieces of gold  
to enrich my eyes  
that I will spend for eternity  
I need not gods, nor kings  
I had a dad  
who taught me to dream.  
Written by Styxian
Published | Edited 13th Nov 2023
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