As A Balloon Passed By

I never had a sense of self.

Never--

saw the horizon.

Kicked my shoe

through forgiving mud.

Never thinking

maybe...

there could be consequences. 

Always jumping

before I thought.

Never

holding back the fray of mind.

I was always a dreamer,

never taught

how to open my eyes.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard to do both.
"I was always a dreamer,
never taught
how to open my eyes."
Sometime open eyes stop us from dreaming. But we need to dream. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote