Working for a Dream
Take a trip upon your dreams
Maybe one day you shall see
Everything is not as green
As it all used to be.
Remember all the good times
When life was plain, and just so fine
When you walked by, and gave them dimes
To those standing there, drinking wine.
Ilusions were once the norm
And everyone had something special to give
But soon the fear began to take form
And one by one, we forgot to live.
The dreams we had were hurriedly gone
With nowhere to go, but the broken sun
Where the few who last come forth to meditate
And seek mental peace, and ovoid the syndicate.
I for once think it’s best to try
To escape the clutches of pure demise
It starts at the top, with mental clarity
And reasonable demands for a decent salary.
This is what life should be
Working for a dream
To fight and breath on slumber’s eve
Eternally grateful to be from a different breed.
Thank for very much for reading. If you like this, here are some of my other poems: