Visions of the World

My vision of the world
Does not encompass how I feel
Nor how I plan to deal
With this world outside of my own

Where people are people
Nothing more
I long for
A purpose to stand
Not lying on the dying grass
Or timeless sands

I yearn to seek
A place for my mind
For I
Am not
Just a person
I long  
To be
A magical being

People are people
So I am just me
I long to be more
That what people bargain for

To go farther  
Faster
And steadier too
To make my dreams come true

This version of the world
Does not match my own
For in mine I sit upon my own throne

Counting  the petals that fly in the wind
Waiting for something to begin

Yet I am jolted
As my vision becomes obscured
By the long shadows cast by the world

I long to be myself
With my wings and a crown
To rule over my life
Not always falling to the ground

Yet my world must fade
As it does away
The sheer of my dreams being sold
To reality

For people are people
And I am me
Even if that not who I want to be