Reality
I once had grandiose dreams
Of castles on clouds, dragons,
And heroes.
Now, the clouds have all but
Dissipated into the harsh rays
Of Reality.
There are no more dragons
But the paper ones that the Chinese
Takeout comes in.
There are no castles
Just dumpy duplexes with rotting
Floors and moldy siding.
And the heroes have vanished into
A sea of anarchy and PTSD medicated
scruples.
To go back to that land far away in my dreams
Is considered a sin, but I sometimes wish to return
To the Naivety of the land beyond the Sea.
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