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