Lottery Dreaming
Spin that golden ball, let those lucky numbers to fall my way,
Scratch me a shiny ticket for easy cash living, I’m in it to win
After all, thus so I may achieve my lottery dreaming fantasy’s,
To travel beyond these shores of my humble birth!
I’d quite my nine to five route, smash that time clock that
Daily mocks at me, I’d simply walk away from the daily strife,
And pack my bags for a distant paradise!
No more will I rely or depend on that four wheeled piece
Of junk, that spends more time in the neighbor maintenance
Garage then on the actual road, no way, I’d be riding
In a red racing machine, made to my strict specifications
Long and lean, a mean road warrior with speed to spare!
The whole world would be my oyster to crack open,
I’d gather the pearls of the orient, the gems of Paris
To sparkle around my bare neck, and walk the unexplored
Paths beyond those mystic mountains of the alpine peaks
In the Netherlands!
My family and friends would weep, when are you coming
Home, but adventure is a wild voice that whispers unto
Mine inner soul, lost unto the vast dream, I’m a drifter
Of the spirit castaway, and my feet are placed on a venue
Less traveled!
Flights to the fantasy, I’m on a gleaming cloud set to soar,
Never to land except where I’ve chosen, oh call me inspirations
Forsaken I’d not care at all, but instead I’ll get aboard a starship
And travel to a distant star’s milky way, forever lost
In space itself!
A post office box can receive all those bills left unpaid, for I’ll
Be long gone and set at some world travelers misbegotten pace,
Why not let’s throw cause to the four winds, I’d love to visit
The land down under, Australia with its crystal clear waters,
And vintage pioneering spirit!
But yet to set sail across the ocean blue, and behold the many
Wonders of the sea, oh this would be the ultimate adventure,
To this lottery seeking adventurer, riding the rippling crest
Of the shimmering waters of deepest aquatic, what a wondrous
Journey that would be!
But for now I’m just that simply person, whose dreams are
Waiting for that special tickets passport to be called, a lottery
Dreaming kindred spirit amongst millions, illusions grasping
Hopeful waiting for this mirage to become reality’s realism,
Someday I’ll awaken, this dreamer whom wishes to soar!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
DEDICATED TO MY SISTER DOWN UNDER VERA
SOMEDAY WE'LL WIN MY FRIEND
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