Aspirations’



To touch the sky is a dream of mine

Playing with angels wings, flying on the eagles back

Sitting on the heavens skies

Lap dogs with white collars that match there skin

Guard me, protectors

I wait with a wallet made out of a hundred dollar bill

And a dress worth a million

Yet naked I wait in my apartment on the eighty-ninth floor

Glass windows, free

Music of Florence scream through the stereo

Kindle, the chief, prepares the best

Guest with ganja and family members comes to visit

Sparking dreams and once dead conversations

The night seems too perfect

Its quiet when they vanish

Then. Its just me and an authors words

Conquering the night