A Dime to Dream

Cannot pull my head from the clouds
the one place I’m happy to find myself.
In my mind I unfurl open skies and grow lost in them.
Leap from the steps of tenement temple,
float over cities and plains, serve as a heroic symbol.
Romantic imagery excels life beyond the bitter tedium.
Contrails from my fingertips carve out my intentions.

It’s what you overlook that you fail to see in me!
My aspirations, my dreams, dismissed at the drop of a dime!

Spending ten cents a day on dreams I’ll never reach
Bending knee again to promises I cannot keep.

Cannot pull my head from the clouds
the one place I’m happy to find myself.
In this life this desk feels just like a coffin,
forged from cast-iron, sealed shut, and silenced:
dead weight anchoring my spirit to the floor.
Pinned to reality, onto the walls I carve my wish list.

It’s what you overlook that you fail to see in me!
My aspirations, my dreams, dismissed at the drop of a dime!

Spending ten cents a day on dreams I’ll never reach.
Bending knee again to promises I cannot keep.

So, I shed my wings
Let go of all my dreams in the air.
Dispersed by the winds
to idly descend back to earthen reality.
I’m back on the ground.