A Dream In
My Pocket
I have a
dream in my pocket
A clinched hand
guards its potential
Gently pulsating
with my changing gait
Oblivious to
the distressed surroundings
People pass
not knowing of its existence
An
aspiration void only of flesh
Lifeless is
its form
Counterfeit only by its rogue philosophy
Its manifestation
conditional on my daring
Wonder stalled
by human fear
A dream filled
with so many possibilities
A dream
that I now share with you
Thank you,
Joseph Pede
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