Creativity Refound

So, all you smokers who were being all creative with the writing and stuff this year while I did the whole boring business bit I have found all of my highschool and earlier poetry that I wrote. So guess what, you have to see it now as I find pieces I like.

Daydreams

The breeze blows cool as we sit at the bow
Sailing to a land where we will never dwell
The land of our dreams, that of our fears
Where we can face again those who are no longer near
While conscience we fear all our surroundings
But here we find we are not yet drowning
An escape we have made if but for awhile
A look at ourselves without the denial