STRIVE TO STAY ALIVE

I want to cry for my lost dreams. That house made of stone and glass with all wood inside the fame and fortune I never gained, the way my heart has been maimed my life tamed and bought at the corner store. Dreams estranged caught up in the buzz of busy bees living day to day in a maze on a pension fund Money I earned, not charity driving safe in the slow zone. No airs or golden chalices, standardized morphing of reality leave me to blaze on a hot day with no underwear. I fear for the living dead. Live in my head 
Less than half my dreams never come to fruitionbecause I’m not Annie Malone, neither is he change your tone don't use your phone while we're having this conversation I want to be a millinerTired of infighting, heart a siren, beats with desire Set the sky on fire, bring souls out of mire Stir the fires of loveIgnore the jive of each haze, the latest crazeAlways some new malaise Live like lostIn a moon phaseDo my best to stay alive and thrive