the dream

i longed for
the freedom
of travel,
the open road,
the poetic soul,
and all that lay
within the dream
i had invisioned

i was given
the company
of convicts,
the crowding
of mind and body
resembling nothing
of the dream
i had invisioned

i was given
a family of four,
whose future rested,
not on themselves,
but on the promise
of uncharted territory,
chasing the dream
millions have invisioned.

meh

from light
to black
and back
again.

thus goes
the tale
of all
great men.

eh

and then it hits you-
all the shit
all the grime
all the things you never see
because you see them all the time