Figures dance, only visible to me.

Shapes bring vivid colors, images of different worlds.

This little slip of paper, a portal past two pages.

It was only a matter of time…

Imagination shocks me, seizes hold, shakes me.

Words surrounded my life,

Art foremost among my priorities.

It couldn’t last…

Bills stacked up, the red words much more foreboding.

The said I wasn’t focused but I was…

Just not on the right things…

“Words aren’t work,

No matter how much you think,

Words aren’t life.”

It’s okay to dream when your little,

You can be anything you want to be!

But when you grow up

Your burdened by decisions.

A doctor or a director?

“A director doesn’t pay the bills here!”

You have to wake up from the dreams

Because dawn still rises, slowly, stubbornly…