Something, we have no control of.
We can plan it.
We just can't control it.
For some of the best plans have went by the waste side.
Where is my drean?
Those I want to be yours.
Those I seek to be mine.
In our imaginations, we see things a certain way.
But sometimes in reality.
They just don't seem that way.
But we hope for the best.
And let our prayers lead us.
That one of these days our dreams will find us.
Where are my dreams?
Just where they they?
Only God knows the answer.
What I seek?
What I'm after?
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 9:58 AM UTC
Something, we have no control of.
We can plan it.
We just can't control it.
For some of the best plans have went by the waste side.
Where is my drean?
Those I want to be yours.
Those I seek to be mine.
In our imaginations, we see things a certain way.
But sometimes in reality.
They just don't seem that way.
But we hope for the best.
And let our prayers lead us.
That one of these days our dreams will find us.
Where are my dreams?
Just where they they?
Only God knows the answer.
What I seek?
What I'm after?
Request permission to use this poem