The Death of a Dream Chaser

i got the sunrise in my eyes
and my mind is alive with rhymes
and i know only i can decide
who i want to be
i've got to find my place
in this society
study philosophy
forget that amateur astronomy
which told me my soul
was beholden to another
and i still love her
but i gotta walk

walk til the soles of my boots
are as abused as the soul
singing the blues this evening
and i'll never capture that
feeling again so whilst the
seasons are changing i'll
remember that life is always
amazing when you're chasing
dreams. no matter how far
away they seem

Brilliant, brilliant sentiment!!! Never, ever stop dreaming, and never stop following that dream. Never let anyone tell you "you won't succeed".

I do like the unpunctuated, lack-of-capitals style, as well. Didn't think I would, but it reallys suited the piece. Thanks.

cheers man... i wasn't sure about the title though. what do you guys reckon?

I did wonder, since he is very much alive, and still chasing. Maybe just "The Dreamchaser"?

Great piece of work, regardless of the title!

Sounds very Dylanesque (Bob not Thomas I hasten to add) - and the title, well it's surely not his death ; more his persistent optimism. 'Dream Chaser' maybe, but it's yours to do with what you will.

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Hadn't thought of that, Hill. Strange, in my mind's eye, I can just see out across the water from Talacharn, now you mention it. Great connection - and praise indeed!

The title would have worked if, like most, he gave up chasing in the end. Prefer your optimism. good read.

I love how you start off with the monumental and break it down to the pain of walking. very nicely written sampson