Someone sold me a dream
One man’s junk is another man’s treasure
Dreams are relative pieces of things
        scattered across life’s landscape
We catch the dreams we want
        and vomit out the dreams
That make us sick

I had a dream
But it was mine

My dreams belong inside another world
        where they are welcomed
My night visions are not welcomed here
        on this big blue circle
Where false dreams are a dime a dozen

I dream of freedom and truth
No, my dreams aren’t welcomed here
This place is made for other men’s dreams
        not mine
Mine are made for those
        who don’t know how to be good slaves

Dime store dreams
        keep the greedy awake at night

My dreams are not for sale

© zaji, 2016