Two dreams

March 30, 2014

Green greed rests of the top of

Placid pastures of cut fantasy.

Ambition to change are

Childish dreams sent to lay

Below, never to be seen.

A child sits on top of the glass,

Peering through the faces,

Wishing for more color,

But it's all green,

And it's all just a dream.

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