Runaway Dream

Out the window my dream go Escaped from the clutches of self Wandering the streets beggarly A holigan besmeared in slime and guts Where is my dream? Where is the world I hoped to see myself? Why is my world gray? Of what hope is me without my dream? So I wake by dawn. Armed with my knife and my gun. Out in search of my dream In pursuit of wandering hope I crouch I crawl I kneel I bawl I wait for time to search for me I plead with the winds to take me to my dream I plead to the heavens to see me 10 years old at heart, clutching at his heart. Alone in the midst of a graduating crowd. The Best ignored swallowed by the greedy despair That night, at Midnight, my dream ran Out the window. Leaped like a monkey Wandering around the streets beggarly Unkempt, besmeared in slime and guts And so I search High above and down below For the day I reunite with my dream But until then, I waste away.