I have been told that I am a romantic,
not in love but in seeing life as colourful,
and as a romantic and a fool
I dream a world of a different kind
than now exists:
a world of curiosity,
a place of spontaneity,
a corner of stories and dreams,
a room of concern
where action is in play.
O for such a world,
and that’s where the fool comes in,
for I think I see,
I know I see,
the smiles of those around.