Once, I had a vision of a girl and I was called a dreamer.
I wrote it down and I was called a writer.
I made it rhyme and I was a poet.
I disected it and became a philosopher.
I acted upon it and they called me a romantic.
I told of it and was chivalric.
I lost it and they called me a fool.
My dream changed and they called me experienced.
A while ago I ran into the woman who would come to know me as no other.
Call me what you will, I call myself blessed.
For the life of me, I cannot remember if I wrote that or not and it is not appearing in any search engine when I try to find it.
-Adam