THE DREAMER

you had that dream again last night
where you felt so completely free
you flew up high above this world
and knew nothing of gravity.

but now you are awake at last
and you are chained to what is real
even if your ideas are wrong
they are all that you can still feel.

what is this force that dims those thoughts,
your sole company in the dark.
who has robbed you of the fuel
that created flames from this spark.

you fall asleep each gloomy night
to the sound of your dying earth
you open your eyes to power
that is beyond your waking worth.

as you soar high above the heads
of the army of suits and ties,
remember what it is to see
through the money machine's disguise.

tomorrow you may think these thoughts
as you dream the work day away
the mind trapped inside this machine
keeping your tied-up wings at bay.

©Copyright 2004 Sheila Cook.