Dream

To hovel me in your zareba is your intention “For safety, to protect, truly for protection.” Transparent lies I can clearly see through And my resolve is a monolith to see my dream come true. I will not cave, Complacency, not even to you. Bribe me, offer small bounty, no good will it do. For beyond you, I’ve an admirable dream or two. And they will rise, be relevant and real, and profitable too. In a time and a half, when this term ends, I will be a nurse for a bit, and then it depends. A small café, seating between twenty and ten, I will run with, hopefully, a wife and a friend. As the business rises and itself sustains The hope is to gift my child café. Then off will I be to try it again. But stateside, no, rather northeastern Spain. Those who oppose my dream, from me flee. You may hovel in your zareba, but it shan’t hold me. I declare, this is a plan, not a dream, and real it will be. 2-21-2014