Just yards away from the parking lot,
lies my dream job.
A tall tower and an office,
by the window.
But I know less than the glittering window panes,
and the glass double doors.
I sit behind the wheel,
just before the sunny day starts.
At the left car sit,
my dream self.
I attend my important meetings,
long conference tables and elegant suits.
Long content laughter roars behind the closed doors,
new partners, new ventures, more money.
The long day ends,
I go back to my magnificent mansion,
my dream home.
Behind me,
sit my dream son and my dream daughter.
Their bellies roar to let me know,
diet in digestion.
The ride home filled with sounds of merriment,
to let me know of happiness.
The long equatorial night comes,
punctuated by their snores and dreams where our lives meet.
I lean on my headboard,
stretch my legs to resist sleep.
On the bedside table,
a light flashes.
My lovely wife calls,
wishing me a good night's sleep, wishing I could visit.
I lay back to rest my tired bones,
a smile to ease my mind.
I wait for tomorrow,
to live my loop.
To watch my dream from just yards away.
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Kill The Flame
PoetryShort poems relating to some common life experiences and situations. For updates, whenever I feel the inspiration to write something. Might be after a day, a week...who knows
