Dream Hunger

A poetic grasp of childhood dreams and the coming of society

Dream Hunger


Dust gathers, on my lofty dreams,

As society gobbles on the nightmarish repast,

But the puppeteer, his mask is cast,

And my teddy bear breaks at the seams,

Yet the shining sun slays the notorious night,

Like in a Medieval tale, lost in time,

When the demon is slain by the angelic knight,

Spontaneously with the dying word of the mime,

Let us not forget the wandering minstrel,

With his tales of pipers and unlucky mice,

The death always comes unbidden, twice,

Their hunger is impossible to suffice.