A girl, sleeping. She longs to leave
her world of grey to walk on gold
and bask with kings, but does not
learn or work or pray so waives the
coming of these things
She oft builds castles in the air in
hopes of seeing them on rock, but
lacks the will to work the mare so
fails to frame a single block.
She longs to sail to lands unknown
to conquer great and noble feats, but
fears to step out of the known so
slumps with eyes cast at her feet.
She dreams a life of gain and glam
of all that’s right and nothing wrong,
but wakes not from the obvious sham
of the dreams she’s made into song.