Here’s To Us

To those of us who lie awake

Each night amidst our thoughts.

Words aswimming against the stream

Just longing to be caught.

To those of us who grasp at rest

Just outside our reach.

As schemes are being hatched between

Our waking and our sleep.

To those of us who've donned the hats

Of more characters than we can count.

Who've travelled all the world round

While never leaving the living room couch.

To those who dream beyond their reach,

Who paint without the brush.

Creating something out of nothing

Too glorious to be touched.

A salute to all who live by the pen

Who know not when genius will strike.

Who have forgone the clock

And refuse to live

By such simple restraints as time.

To those whose hearts spill out unabashed

Like ink overturned on the page.

Who get cut time and time again

But can only bleed in black.

Adding myself to this rank of dreamers,

The ones who can't stay in the lines,

Has truly caused no grievance as such

For where else could I be genuine?

So here's to us:

The lovers, the seekers,

The wild eyed dreamers.

The ones playing tag on the moon.

Who leap across rooftops,

Play hide n' seek with the stars

Then softly land back in their rooms.

So let's raise a glass to the poets of old,

And those just starting to sprout.

For a world without you would be oh so dull,

Your creativity truly stands you out.