I slept on cumulus where famishment was a shadow a long ago,

I'm on top of the world where luminous streams and syrupy rivers flow.

No more ragged clothes or empty cauldron could infest the street,

For every waif had golden shoes upon their dancing feet.

I held my crystal rod that sparkled in the night,

To cast out every gloom with a surge of matte light.

I garnered every lonely heart shaking in the cold,

And wrapped their quaking shoulders in a cape made of knitted gold.

With just a caress, I gave them pinions to fly and leave the ground,

We soared beyond the dead calm, where no woe could be found.

But then Helios arrived to break the ether seal,

And tore the fantasy of the world I knew as real.

I woke up to find the rafters cracked above my bed, 

With nothing but a heavy glare of sunlight in my head. 

The wings are gone, replaced by obligations and infinite hours of toil,

My clothes are stained with grease and common, squalid soil.

I walk through dusty and congested streets where desolate spirits cry,

And watch the children reaching for a gray and bitter sky.

The penury I wished away now glares me in the face,

As I exchange my dreams for metal in this tired, working place.

-BlueLotus19x2-