A Supreme Dream

We live in a Supreme Dream Higher than any cloud, it holds more weight Like the queen’s supper on a gold-rimmed plate A Supreme Dream Thin shards of glass, adorned the throne A still image of royalty imprisoned. A Supreme Dream Of cream chiffon dresses, diamantes and sequins Ribbons unravel, threads begin to rip, sequins slip This Supreme Dream Glossy manes and Primark clothing Built upon lotions, creams, fashionable copying Each hair breaks and splits, her outfit becomes old and weary This Supreme Dream Dominates the power of reality, dresses up for the morning sun A Dream so Supreme We all envisage it, deface and demolish it So supreme we become breathless, that individuality is forgotten. Together we stop and move back Sleeping beauties Of this Supreme Dream.