Dreams

I used to have dreams…

I’m out of my mind now

you call me crazy

like who are you to tell me that I should think more

of the things I dream for

as if you’ve seen what I’ve seen and can deem that my dream is lore

I said I Used to have dreams but what were those dreams for?

what? would they make my life mean more

putting up all these see thru barriers, like screen doors

running from mirrors, yet attention I fiend for

money over everything but me, in my mind I hover clouds and green floors!

I said I used to dream

but I wouldn’t speak about the things I would dream for

emotions confused as thoughts,

thoughts confused as emotions

put in motion, doing anything by any means just to have a dream to dream for just to have the means for

materials that would make me mean more

despite whatever it means, as long as it means more!

But reality told me to dream on

so I listened and dreamed more

but imagination is too abstract to lean on

then my knees hit the concrete so hard that my jeans tore

have you ever chased something you willing to get scrapes and bleed for?

that something inspiring you to get up of the canvass and fight on like a theme song?

I said I used to dream

well I guess those dreams are gone

now every waking moment is akin to the darkest before dawn