“Dream of Dreams”
I throw rose upon rose on ocean tides
Provided I don’t take long walks off short piers
For ears listening, I whisper in the wind with a visual of the moon
“Soon I shall live again!”
This is the dream of dreams
It seems that reality has forced a sort of neutrality upon me
Wanting nothing more than an assured distance
To live in seclusion
Truth is that prostitution has become the newest state of affairs
Where selling yourself is more common than being fair to yourself
I wish health, wealth, and prosperity with clarity
Staring into the eyes of an ideology that excludes many
Pennies never validated my existence
Yet, this is what society holds dear
Fearing conformity
I implore that it is more important to swim up stream than rolling with the tide
Define your own direction
Pressing against such a tide, you may be able to find the very roses I throw
In hopes that you at least see petals that stem from a certain beauty
To truly dream