The Dream Life

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In awe of the dream life
Flashy cars beaming flashing lights
With dark blue tinted windshields
Flashing lights

Hazy figments
Of pale yellow champagne glasses
Of blazers and pointed shoes
With marble floors and corner offices
Dream houses and trim wives
Multi millions and pleading managers
Flirty marketers supplicating for investments
Top of the world, stilling the moment
Stealing the moment
Still in the moment.

Reality check, dream trimming time
Time to rewire ambition
Chiselling out the car fleet
Leave the Tundra, status befitting.
Status permitting
To help a youngster go through school
With mum chilling, extended family cool
Just one house; a bungalow behind a lawn
White picket fence overlooking the sunset
Rested head on sweetheart's chest as you yawn
Kids playing away; two maybe three
But definitely not four
Still a dream to die for.

Reality check and ten years are gone
Your perfect horizon torn
Left wondering what went wrong
Random John Doe living your dream
Fact replaces fantasy
Dragging on with rags and wear
No flashy cars or pale yellow drinks
Only thoughts that torture and scream
At the failure you see within
Fantasy land is washed away
Reality is bleak, no asylum in view.

Time's up for dreamers
Dreamers, wake up
The world offers no retreat
To the ones who build dreams on quicksand
Reality check; time to wake up
Sow dreams worth living for
Fruitful dreams, birthed by God
Only then does reality becomes dreamland.
When reality supersedes dreams.
Surrender to the beautiful scenery
Painted by the King
Doling out the dream life
A never ending dream...life.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I did promise a Part 2 for my last post... which actually got the most views ever on this blog!. It'd come eventually. But for now, let me know. Comments on the poem. Comment, comment, comment.

(Photo credits: Tecno Mobile).

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2 comments

  1. Fantasy vs. Reality
    Fate vs. Faith
    Realism vs. Optimism..


    And vanity upon vanity,says the preacher,all is vanity.

    God first...remember, God first..

    Nice piece bro...preach on.

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    1. Vanity is actually vanity. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem.

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