When the world
as it should be
collides with the domain
of stubborn reality
A fierce battle rages
between the ideals
we cultivate
and the practicality
we perpetuate
The side you choose
says a lot
about who you are
Dreamer or realist
Optimist or pessimist
The well balanced soul
is a mixture of both
I pray for the day
I meet such an
ideal hybrid
blessed with
the perfect blend
of art and cement
These glittery rainbows
we chase perpetually
All the tarnished yellow brick roads
on our one way journey into the ground
Junkie dreamers be we...
Unable to see
the light transparency
Never quite thinking things fully through
What would we ever do
if we ever caught
the fantasies we sought?
Dreamers dream do they not?
Though they can never
fully reside
in the real world
where harsh reality
chews up and spits out
badly mangled unicorns
and slices their colorful carcasses
into deliciously bitter steaks
to be sold on E-Bay for 90 cents a pound
