• Could you be tucked away in the window sill of the run down apartment occupied by the Egyptian queen

    who despite her best efforts

    can not seem to escape


    or are you in the seams of the belt-less sagging pant wearer who despite his awkward walk

    longs for direction and purpose


    Are you in the alcohol filled glass perpetrating as escapement

    but for real – you are entrapment


    or just maybe, just maybe, you are in the bottomless pits of hell felt by men and women

    who are confused

    by who they should be as opposed to who they were born to be


    Dreams, oh dreams


    Are you in relationships that search for real meaning through tight bodies, 1200-thread cotton and rubber made materials


    or are you in the laughter of the crowd that drowns out the sad, complacent with life

    yet extremely deep thinker


    Are you in videos and lyrics that tell our dreamers how to physically move

    yet leaving them miserably empty most of the time


    or are you in the chalked white line that once was a pulse beating heart beat line


    Are you at the back of the classroom, too afraid to put your hand up

    for fear of appearing smart


    or are you in the black and mild, betwixt the legal leaves and the illegal weed

    waiting to be smoked or get smoked


    Dreams, oh dreams, where for art thou?


    Are you buried six feet under with chiseled names in cement

    instead of names in headlines and neon lights


    or are you buried so deep in the sin of this world

    that you have become recognizable


    Dreams, oh dreams, where for art thou?


    Written by Angela M. Riddick, Poetic Mustard Seeds. All material posted by Poetic Mustard Seeds is protected by copyright.


    “You guide me with your counsel, leading me to a glorious destiny.” Psalm 73:24 NLT


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