***Note: This poem was originally written for an English assignment, according to a very concise, pre-arranged template. Personally, I highly dislike the limitations and distinct lack of creativity in this poem, but decided to post it anyway to the suggestion from several friends. Make what you want of it; poetry, like all other forms of art, is subjective, and everyone's opinion of the same piece is always slightly different. <br /> <br />I am a perfectionist, a dreamer, diligence gone awry <br />I wonder what it feels like to soar in the sky <br />I hear the regal calls of the fierce untamed <br />I see the hawk flaunt his skills unashamed <br />I want to feel his thrill when he circles up high <br />I am a perfectionist, a dreamer, diligence gone awry <br /> <br />I imagine myself a part of nature’s way <br />I feel her caring embrace everyday <br />I touch the morning dew on a new-grown sprout <br />I worry my head is in the clouds - too far out <br />I cry for those who lived colourless and died <br />I am a perfectionist, a dreamer, diligence gone awry <br /> <br />I treasure the gift of poetry and prose <br />I think life will have its highs and its lows <br />I dream one day I’ll hold my own book in my hands <br />I try to meet and exceed life’s constant demands <br />I hope that some day I will give myself pride <br />I am a perfectionist, a dreamer, diligence gone awry<br /><br />Leslie Ching<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-375/
