Dreams are for the Do-ers

I feel like poetry losing its verse.

I feel like an activist with nothing to converse.

I feel like a lie in my own fantasy.

I don't live for anything real.

It's exciting just to stare at a screen

and wish that I lived that life.

I wish I could fly into the stars.

I wish I could sing a beautiful song.

I wish I could keep up with my own rhyme.

Yet I'm caught up in this free verse.

This verse without a motive.

This verse without a future,

because I can only dream,

and I can never be.

I can only dream.