soft grumbles

Just Me


I await the night
hoping for a shooting star
so I can wish for a big house
a lambourghini, big business,
diamonds and a loadful of cash.

When I close my eyes
I'd like to dream
of fantasy land
where I can only smile
not cry, feast on hearty meals
and have whatever I want

As I approach the dusk
I realize I have been waiting
all my life
for things
that never come

No shooting stars
no big dreams
just me and my sweaty hands