Tears running over my chin
No voice left in my throat:
For you have guessed how I have been
And hit the spot of my thought!

You have guessed : I am a dreamer!
One of those not really living
Often caught and made thinner
By the odds of her own being

Not really here, not really gone
I leave in my dreams, and so what?
Be sure, I know, I'm the only one
But I sometimes let you see that!

Thoughts and dreams live in me
As ambition or sorrow live in others
I'm proud of it, why shouldn't I be?
Why hide it, who really bothers?
Rose Harris