Wishful thinking Faction

tetrameter Sonnet

Wishful thinking.

 

The far horizon marked by trees

Which ruffled by each passing breeze

Appear to mark a boundary

Dividing fact from fantasy.

What lies beyond I do not know

It is too far for me to go

I have a disability

Which limits my mobility.

I am confined to my wheel chair.

There is no way I can get there.

So I resort to fantasy.

Imagine what lies beyond the trees

A place where all my dreams come true

Where I can walk as I used to.

 

Monday, 18 June 2012