Lofty Dreams

I am no poet, English major or expert on creative writing. I'm also not very good at this. I am well aware of all of these facts. Please don't judge. Sometimes I just need to write. It feels nice. I should write more often.

 Lofty Dreams

Sometimes I sit and ponder

Upon my roof top high

On love and life and laughter

And the hope of lofty dreams

Streets below me buzzing on

The clouds above me float

They go about their business

Unnoticed I watch them pass

The sun at first seems friendly

A warm and glowing light

But time proves it's contrary

My skin burns pink with flames

The heart inside my chest pounds

I hear it every day

On my forgotten roof top

Thump, thump my only friend