I am not a regular person

Who is merely content with reality.

No, I am not a pragmatic person,

Who is only concerned with business.

I am a dreamer!

I am that mouse who outwits the cat,

I am that sentry, standing at duty,

I am that dragon with bright scales.

Some say what a waste it is,

That a dreamer like me

Should waste my thoughts on

Petty wishes about the sky.

But I am satisfied,

For I alone gaurd the

Rusty Gates of Imagination,

And know of the treasure within.

For even in isolation,

I am not alone.

And when all seems lost,

I still have hope.

And, the most wonderful gift,

The best of all is,

I can see the stars

For what the truly are.

For are not dreams,

The stuff of stars?