The Dreamer

There is something about him

The courage he shows by guarding his dream

He is unaffected by life's harsh honest gazes

He almost looks funny when he is unfazed. 

He has a tune in his head and a bounce in his each step

I hate to admit, I envy him sometimes, yep.

Only because he acts like he has the key to happiness

And yet won’t share it with enough selflessness.

I wonder can he not see how everyone’s pointing

How his whimsies are taking a lot more than giving

Maybe that’s why people ridicule and sneer at him

Nonetheless I see there is a charm in his eyes abrim.

Then again he gets an idea as silly as the one before

There he goes, those eyes twinkle with a grin once more.

He has me worriedly hoping that maybe this time he will give up.

While he, lost in the music, just doesn’t seem to get worked up

His fearless optimism forces me to question

Everything I used to believe with much conviction

Is it really possible to get what we want from our lives?

Is it really worth being seen as a fool and taking all those jibes?

He secretly smiles to himself when I ask this

The answers are yes is his sincere promise

He believed his dreams gave him much liberation

And in return took petty inhibition

I can only describe him as a dreamer

But that’s what I’ve really adored about him since ever.