Slumber as I dream
of things that makes
me yearn for the world
to follow in step with
all that I want.

Yet slowly as my eyes
rub away the sand
I realize that
nothing is ever that simple.

How the world could be
magnificent in a dream,
but shadows cringe
when my eyes crack open.

Hope and love is
beautiful in paintings
hanging on old dusty
musuem walls,
but never in my world.

Mildew and other molds
grow around withered frames,
but my soul rots from
inside my head.

Passions burning
seem to find their
thirst quenched by
other people's will.

Slowly am I realizing
that dream a little dream
gradually becomes my
only badge of courage.

01/26/2007

Posted on 01/26/2007
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