Runaway Dream
by liz laycakWhen the tide is low
And I'm feeling high
On all that life
Has to offer me...
A dream here
A fantasy there
No, I say to myself,
This is not the life I want
This is not the life I need.
Force-fed the vindictive realizations
That I cannot be me
Vomitting out the putrid sense
That this is not where I want to be.
I sit on this Carolina beach
The grains of sand mingling in my toes,
This is the true dream for each
Man who only believes what he knows.
The sand is real
The picture is not
Mother Nature must battle against
The producer's evil plot.
A hurricane of treacherous rain
A whirlpool brought in by the king of the sea
Could not wash away all the lies
That my country has given me.
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