For whom are dreams designed?
For what are life’s successes sculpted?
Not for minds who empty like
sordid shower streams dripping down the drain
at moment’s notice,
neither for bodies
so broad their significance is infinitesimal,
nor for skin burned
by the fiery stares of ice blue eyes.
Not for anyone like me.
......
I try to fight you–
But my punches turn to clouds
After pressure, rain
For whom are dreams designed?
For what are life’s successes sculpted?
Not for minds who empty like
sordid shower streams dripping down the drain
at moment’s notice,
neither for bodies
so broad their significance is infinitesimal,
nor for skin burned
by the fiery stares of ice blue eyes.
Not for anyone like me.
......
I try to fight you–
But my punches turn to clouds
After pressure, rain