A Reminder

My dreams transcend the echos of my soul,

Tracing the edges with my index finger.

Longing for more,

Knowing there's more,

Insisting that there must be more.

Twinkles with squeaky voices spinning me in circles,

I know they're always around.

It's not profound of awfully sound, but I know that there is more-

It tugs me at my core.