Until I Soar the Horizon Before Me

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.

Author's Note

***NOTE*** Simps mean Fools

Reviews

[Jenni-Chan]

nice

[tynamite]

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

[PokemonFan#1]

Amazing as always!

I loved it!

KEEP IT UP!

[Coyote Poetry]

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.
Coyote

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

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

[Demi Rose]

a write to treasure. loved this one.

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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!!

[Poetic Beauty]

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.

[Raven Starhawk]

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.

[R J Askew]

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.