a manifested destiny of why
doing bad things feels so good,
spiraling into an afternoon of
daydreaming about stealing
her man, because he wants it.
offering of thousands of
dreams in small bills only
to be interuppted by the
tears of a man i've never
met before telling me his
brother is in jail, despite
the coins now collecting
dust in his bank account,
still co-signed by their mother.
the music was better
when they played the
old tunes, nostalgic of
a time before innocence
broke to pieces.
i felt his thumb stroke
my breast in his embrace
goodbye, holding me behind
her back,sending me
into the balmy night.
the stars above the highway
make me realize what everything
means, that my future is not
about fulfilling dreams, but rather,
perserving the dreams of others.
the future is meeting with loved ones
in less than glamorous living rooms
and making sure they are perfectly
happy and capable of getting through
the next day, despite the tragedy
seen on the news.
the future belongs to those who
believe in their friends.
