Store Bought Families
8 Hour Families
By Kevin Robey
December 23, 2013
In the places we both know
I keep finding them in dreams
For a fleeting moment it seems
I touch the gleam of the status
quo
Now I see these daydream
ghosts
Displayed behind this frosted
glass
The winter storm made by the
masses
Reminds me of what I’ll miss
the most
Crazy days selling delusional
lies
Never saw the cracks inside my
bones
Don’t tell me what is real when
I’m alone
Answers that I hide are mine to
identify
I used to ridicule those 9 to 5
dreams
Slaving away with store-bought
families
But it’s sadness I feel when I
cannot see
A picture of me in the skies of
that dream
What will this ever be for
someone like me?
There are no instructions for
my curious mind
Preferential ADHD, I’m no
longer blind
Wanting all I see regardless of
identity
As I hold hands with the future
I cannot see
It’s a part of me that I’ll never
let go
Won’t turn away from the inner
freak I know
Till death do us part these
foggy streets ahead of me
Copyright © Laura Dee | Year Posted 2013
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