A Dreamer

You want to know what stirs me so?
You want to go into my mind and learn what I think and dream,
If I would let you know these things, and see
what I see with my mind, it would be a grave mistake.
For you would look at me as a Jew would look at Hitler,
and be prompted to put a stake through my heart.
Be not frightened by this fact,
For I am not as cruel, as my mind would have me be, and act.
Scary to some and fuel for others, yet. . .
For me, it is merely my mind, my dreams,
And my feelings for mankind and his brothers.
My mother, a schizophrenic by the laws of men,
But a genius by my right. . . and by my knowledge of her.
These and other ideals are why I do not fight,
I merely dream dreams, Knowing someday that they
will come true.