Until I Soar the Horizon Before Me

Until I Soar the Horizon Before Me

A Poem by Adam M. Snow

Do I wake or do I dream. Do I live or do I die. Twinkle now I ponder here As I travel, far and near.

Until I Soar the Horizon Before Me 
By: Adam M. Snow

Do I wake or do I dream.
Do I live or do I die.
Twinkle now I ponder here
As I travel, far and near.
I speak that I dare not speak;
I long after a dream to wake,
But not wake fully from a glimpse,
Leaving I but many simps.
Do I wake or do I dream.
Do I live or do I die. 
Until I soar the horizon before me,
I am caged until I am free.

© 2012 Adam M. Snow

Author's Note

Adam M. Snow
***NOTE*** Simps mean Fools

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Posted 5 Years Ago

Wow this is amazing, you phrase the questions in an intriguing way.

Posted 5 Years Ago

Amazing as always!

I loved it!


Posted 6 Years Ago

I like the questions create by the poem. We must make many decisions. Most of us feel caged up. Few will know real freedom. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.

Posted 6 Years Ago

Love the ending and thank you for the definition in your author's note... nice piece.

Posted 6 Years Ago

a write to treasure. loved this one.

Posted 6 Years Ago

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*happily sighs* this was so beautifully written i just can't get over how good this poem was!!!!! maaaaaan! i wish my friends like poetry i woud have so many poems of yours to introduce them to!!

Posted 6 Years Ago

There is a grand depth to this piece. there are times in life when we question many things. This shows some of those strong questions and the emotion comes through clearly.

Posted 6 Years Ago

To rush through would be a great disgrace. This poem definitely fascinated me, held my interest and was fast paced, but not incredibly so to the point where I lost my place.

Posted 6 Years Ago

Ach, this is me. I read your poem in my Canary Cage, in an office in Canary Warft. I can't see anything through the window, which is some distance away, other than other buildings. Not one patch of sky can i see. i can see nothing green, nothing natural from my corporate tomb here. And so reading your poem makes me think strongly of escape. I want to do exactly what your title says. so your poem has real meaning for this prisoner.

Posted 6 Years Ago

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Added on January 7, 2012
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Adam M. Snow
Adam M. Snow

Glendale, AZ

"The writer’s mind, can surpass even the most intellectual minds." –Adam M. Snow I keep my work clean, I write to inspire others. Some people would even call me a philosopher, but w.. more..


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