Whose Dream?
Whose dream is it anyway,
the lady in Hoboken
with the green hat,
the fellow on the bus
with the unlit cigar,
the guard at the desk,
your boss in the next room,
mom, dad, whose dream?
Claim it like your own suit,
the one you wear with pride
or at least appreciation.
From time to time,
take your dream out
and show it to the world.
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