I sit here on my window sill <br />I’m looking out <br />But I look for so long <br />It turns into staring <br />Iv lost count of how many times iv blinked <br />I just sit here staring <br />Now I start to think <br />Think about what my life will be like <br />I wonder will I have fame and fortune <br />Or will I have nothing <br />Is there a long bright road ahead <br />Or is there a bleak dead end <br />I don’t know I cant tell <br />I would love to live in America <br />With a house as big as a palace <br />With fields that go on longer then the eye can see <br />Filled with horses, pony’s and stallions <br />Or will time just pass me by <br />And I’ll still be sitting rite here <br />On my window sill staring.<br /><br />megan watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/imagination-running-wild/
