Skipping Dreams

that’s the magic of dreaming
having nothing

needing nothing
like the careless summers

of childhood
we stand on the banks of tomorrow

throwing out our dreams 
like stones over a pond

watching intently as they graze 
the glassy world

plink

plink

plink

until finally they fall
and plunge into icy blue

we sit back and laugh
without regret

for life is longer when you laugh
so why not skip a stone or two?

emmett

VT

18 years old

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