Fate is at the finger tips
wishes can go up or down
to long was kept a secret
the quest is yet to be found
Set in one's own life's pattern
motions can become quite stale
daily movement to and fro
single walks beside a rail
Dreams tucked into the background
hidden deep within one's soul
tries to surface for a breath
smothered still a hidden goal
Thoughts come on daily basis
mind remembers long lost dreams
faith grows in body's structure
brings hope to one now it seems...
for hidden dreams can come true
- Rhoda Galgiani