Dreams

If I stole away to the meadows to wish a star to my fingertips or blow a kiss to the midnight sky, would you believe me a fool? Or dreampt of inhabiting majestic castles, entranced by royal knights who conquer mythical dragons, would you label me childish? Hiding behind your false facade, finding priority in your riches, you exalt your synthetic world by bowing to the axiom of society. With a viper's tongue you cripple, judging the creation of my fantasies with pretentious ignorance. Your envy for my innocence is foul. (Teri Kilgore)