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In My Ideal World
Many call me an idealist,
but my ideal world persists—
not a dream I chase in sleep,
but a truth my spirit can’t dismiss.
A quiet echo in my bones,
a memory soft and deep,
whispering, “This is how life was
before we learned to weep.”
In my ideal world, we’re connected to the Source—
not WiFi’s frantic signal,
not religion’s fractured course.
We’re tied to something ancient,
something gentle, bright, and true—
the living pulse that moves the earth
and beats in me and you.
In this world, children learn to breathe,
to love, to stand their ground.
They learn to listen inward
for the soft, unspoken sound.
Every child, everywhere—
not one is lost or left behind,
for equal hearts are honored here
and equal light is in each mind.
Greed dissolves like morning frost
beneath a kinder sun.
Fruit trees grow in every yard,
free gifts for everyone.
Animals roam in open lands
where wild dreams belong,
oceans shimmer clean once more,
their tides a healing song.
No tyrants rule with hidden hands,
no schemes to fuel our fear;
the shadows lose their power
when the truth is loud and clear.
No puppet strings, no whispered threats,
no traps to keep us small—
in my ideal world, we remember
we were powerful through it all.
And so we rise—together rise—
not swinging blade or sword,
but with the strength of waking hearts
that won’t be caged or ignored.
We rise like dawn on tired fields,
like stars reclaiming night,
like seeds that crack through hardened earth to reach for honest light.
In my ideal world, we stand
as co-creators of the new—
not to conquer, not to rule,
but to build a world in virtue.
A world where love is leadership,
where kindness is our guide,
where no one needs to shrink their soul
or hide the fire inside.
And maybe—just maybe—this ideal world
is closer than we see;
maybe it blooms the moment
one brave heart says, “Let it be.”
Maybe it starts with simple faith
and spreads from soul to soul—
for every change that ever lived
once lived first in someone’s goal.
So here I stand, unshaken,
with a vision bright and clear.
My ideal world is calling—
and I choose to draw it near.
Anna Morris
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