Dream Blindness
I don’t want my story to be another warning story
Another car on blocks in an inner city alley
Another white-beard bum reaching for change
Begging toothless in cardboard and newsprint.
I don’t want my story to be another warning story
Another sad gentile with his head in his hands
Tears in lines
Endlessly trickling down his face.
I don’t want my story to be another warning story
The man who had it all and lost it
Too broken to rise,
Too broken to try again.
I don’t want my story to be another warning story
I don’t want to be the dreamer who pushes ahead blindly
Dreams, believes, dreams so hard and so fully
So hopelessly
That he flies only off a cliff
And into the void of death
Invisible
Whole life
One
Unheard
Whimper.
All because he couldn’t stop.
All because there was no other road.
All because he couldn’t
See.