Laura Dee Poet Epic

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

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