TARDY DREAMS

Right here in this town

Lies in mounds our bright light

All by blights made brown;

We survive fights and shows of might by the seated tight

Who give jobs that brings down

All in the pretense of giving us our daily diet.

Right here in this town

Lies the supposed elites

In ponds close to being ground;

Like nuts kept away from the bite

We are confined deep underground

Where we are perched upon by flights.

Right here in this town

Lies the aspirations and plans we write

Clear on tablets placed down,

Struggling is what we do on a wavering kite

But, even with such afflictions around

We run along with smiles and no hindrance in sight.

Right here in this town

Lies the dreams that lacks reprove

Tarry it does but sure to come down,

With the tides and all at ease

We forge ahead on a rebound

At this appointed time, here we come.

Right here above this town

Even with no drawn maps,

Thine eye sees it all,

Rising on fours in rampant evolution

With twitters on both sides in exaltation

And behold the running over.