Chasing Butterflies

A poem about believing in our dreams. So often we can lose faith as we grow. Listening to all those negative voices, telling us what is right and what is wrong, until we forget to stand up tall.

Long pass the time
When our dreams die
There is a place
Where hope still lives  
Each and every page
Filled to the brim
With insightful thoughts
Where are dreams run free
Our imaginations
Breeding pride
With each new idea
Kept alive   
The one space
Our dreams reside
When the world says
It is time to grow up  
And cast childhood aside
This is the one place
We can still escape
All the preconceived notions
Of what is right
A space where there is light  
And we don’t
Have to hide in shame
Just because we have visions
Of grander
Dancing in our minds
A magical land
Beyond the bland
Where we can
Still chase butterflies
Just like we did in youth
And here there is no need
To be stealthy
Because armed with a good book
Traipsing through the pages
Where there are no cages
Lounging by babbling brooks
Or wandering dark alleys at night
We are all wealthy
Where anything can happen
Each story told
Dripped in gold
No matter how unreal
When trailing the lines
Of brilliant minds
Sketched throughout time
Our imaginations
Igniting each word
Etched on the paper
Creating new worlds
Where boundaries cease to exist
And our dreams will forever persist
Because you are never too old
To chase butterflies
No matter what they say