Untitled Creations
I had a dream, I got everything I wanted
Not what you’d think, I felt like a hostage to my ego
The lobster was better but I never had time to savor it
Puzzles and anagrams filled the padded cell I call my mind
Bulls and bears fought on my tobacco ranch
It wasn’t all bad though
Champagne did wonders for my stress
Life at the beach came with new recipes
My misses was happier there than the city
Her smile made it all worth it
Her touch drove me to madness but the long distance felt like a whiplash to my soul
I still pray, not as often but just as sincere
Detailed plays run through my mind and stage
Perhaps I was a playwright in another life
Or a struggling artist who loves his pinot
We are still under construction though
The foundation is almost done but we are nowhere close to the ceiling
I must admit, I can’t wait for the sequel
JGM
Copyright © Jared Gibril | Year Posted 2019
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