Pockets of Dreams

Pockets of Dreams Empty pockets filled of hopes and dreams Yearning to feel the touch of moneys many men Wishing to taste salts of audacious seas Wetting of aroused dreams and curiosities Pondering a poor man’s hope Knowing a blessing awaits miles away Tired of freeloading lint and vacant wishes Yet trying stay strong, Naively believing there’s magic left on the banks of Mississippi’s delta Believing there’s magic left in me I promised my pockets they will be filled and they will