Not the idol, no, not the American Idol…but the thoughts of an idle on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

I am no poet, but I love rhymes.

I am thinking of climbing up a hill
and looking out to the sea.
Wondering if I am not here,
where I would like to be.

Would I be in the sky,
and fly with the birds?
But I love chatting too much, 
those bird brains ain’t got words.

Maybe I’ll dive deep into the ocean
and swim with the school.
But I am way too heavy
they will take me for a fool.

Should I escape to outer space
to shine like a star?
Oh no, I’ll feel so lonely,
cause everyone else is so afar.

Maybe I should just stay home
and lie on my bed?
Not move even a muscle
and pretend that I am dead.

Frankly, I think I am happiest
when I am alone in my mind.
Thinking of climbing up a hill
but cooking up a rhyme.

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  • samgoldencoffee on Jan 31, 2011

    that sounds like a poem more than a rhyhm..
    its nice…

  • CHIPMUNK on Jan 31, 2011

    good post

  • aprilsong on Jan 31, 2011

    very beautiful.

  • cyrenjan on Jan 31, 2011

    Lovely! I loved the story behind each rhymes…

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