(First published April, 2014. – Owen)
When toys were the subject of my dreams
I was a happy child, indeed;
With flying ships and laser beams
My every thought, my drink and feed
Reality soon came to call
And I crestfallen, most of all
With feeling dull reality
That I would no one special be
I had to find the strength I lacked
In all, the self’s more than it seems;
I knew that I could fly from back
When toys were the subject of my dreams
I went down to Rent-A-Dream
To see what they had left
And found the shining shelves agleam
And drooping with the heft
Of all the unused dreams they had
That people pawned for cheap
And so I looked for one to add
I could watch while I sleep
And I found dreams of riches, and
I found dreams of desire
I found dreams of deeper love, and
Dreams of flying higher
It made me sad to realize
That, great as all this seems:
It only happened because
People gave up on their dreams
