I had a dream

I had a dream
Now it’s gone
Then surprise
It slips back in again

Is it the same
Or is it new
Or just the old one
In disguise?

I don’t know why
But till I die
I”ll have this dream

The leaden weight of the
Crew-cut State
Should lift away
Like memories sad
Of remarkable days
Not worth the mention

A new generation should live free..
It was not to be

Swaddled and cocooned
Catatonic in grudging sameness
Some would break free
Fly for eternity and fall
So soon
If not by fire then by ice
Colored pinions wings of flame
Frozen by the harsh
Illusions and cruel reality
Of an uncaring world

I had a dream
It was not to be


Author: Edgardo

Born in Houston, Texas and moved to Raymondvile, Texas in 1969. Family bought a radio station and helped with the family business until it was sold in 1997. Since then started an agency and mostly writes about experiences in Deep South Texas. Writers of the Rio Grande founder, editor and contributing author.


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