Put your dreams in a box,
Tuck them under your bed
Away from sunlight.
You don't want them to spread.
Leave them there, out of sight.
Touch them not. Put aside
All your longings and wishings
And feelings you hide.
But I am the selfish, selfless man
Who returns to his dream box whenever he can.
Who looks at old visions each night, before bed
And tucks them up carefully, then faces ahead.
I am tired. I am worn down.
My dream days are dead.
So I'll leave my dream boxes here,
Under my bed.
Perhaps a stronger person will find them.
© J. Maloney February 10th, 2011