As I Sit in My Chair

I ponder;
the shapes on the desk around me
the shape of the one I love
the shape of the minds of those who hate
But most of all I ponder the shape of my thoughts

I think;
I think on the sounds down the hall
I think on his sweet words
I think on the want of acceptance
But most of all I think on my actions

I dream;
I dream of the paths I will take
I dream of the places we'll go
I dream of the day when all my dreams come true
But most of all I dream of freedom

I ponder the shape of my thoughts
I think on my actions
I dream of freedom