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
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