Thoughts & Poetry

23 of 30: Day Dreamer

I looked down
I held in my hands
A half-empty cup
Slowly swirling down
To an endless stream
Of could have been’s
Trying to control and stop
Emerging hopes and dreams
Knowing for a fact that
It’s all they will ever be

A corporate tough cookie with the soul of a gypsy. Professional bathroom singer. Teacher. Poet. A light-eyed dreamer who nitpicks for a living as she waits for redamancy.

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