I dreamt last night I walked the shoreline out into the ocean floor, I stared beyond the shallow darkness out into the see beyond. And soon I saw a faded light that shined down on a wooden nightstand covered in the photos of my loves and my regrets.
When I woke I paced my room and stared out of my open window, I saw the world as it could be broken hearted full of beauty. I thought of you in summer’s dress, lying on your king size bed, I felt a pain flow over me and I saw the man that I could be.
Then I saw the man that I am, soldered to the ground I stand on, waiting for the rise of purity that never seemed to stay with me. But lucky coins cant bring it back and shooting stars wont pay the ransom, it comes and goes like breeze that circles round and carries me away.

I stepped out my door into the sunlight, lifting my hand I shaded my eyes. I looked out on my city, neon lighted gritty and alone. I walked down streets of ruble, I saw my world in times of trouble. Passing houses guarding fences, lines of cars that never ends, people sleeping on the sidewalk, women children outlined in chalk, people with cold shoulders in a land of chain linked borders.
It’s not my place to say but if we were meant to live this way, then god has a sadistic mind and left this place along time ago.

With every step I felt an anger, filling up and taking over. I walked for miles not looking back at the sea of asphalt warped and cracked. Soon I came upon a playground, children playing all around me. Their laughter like a symphony, filling my head, soothing me. I thought of wooden nightstands and the images that covered them. In their eyes I found my hope, I turned away and headed home again.

I walked the same streets as before but did not see a world in trouble, I saw people holding hands and flowers growing from the ruble. I Knelt down and picked a flower and as I held it in my hand, I gazed upon my city and I knew that I had found my promise land.

Nice!

Good!