some of us dream visions of brotherhood,
while others dream visions of wealth,
and others visions of control,
others visions of fame,
as we dwell inside these youthful fantasies;
later in our minds,
we venture into a world of selfish creatures,
all of whom seem to have a secret journey
or path on which they are embarking,
treating our presence as annoying and with
sufficient indifference that we help them along;
visions of gratitude filter our fantasies as
we witness (for the first time) the millions
of illusions lying dead at our feet as we
tread lightly on top of them... abruptly
realizing the soft, sweet sound in our ears,
is our morning alarm... and, as we sit there
stretching, we cannot help but wonder
who was actually with us before.
8May14
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