Selfish

I could dream a dream, of fairy tale bliss—

Of dragon, of knight, of a princess’s kiss.

Caught in falsehood, that will never wilt

I could walk upon the Eden I have built.

And if I could create the sea and land,

 I would hold the fairest hand—

Oh, but what a selfish dream,

That I dare not ever begin to scheme.

I could pluck the brightest star from the sky—

And keep it so that it may never die…

But what of the travelers blind by night,

Fumbling through the dark, with stolen sight?

I could dream a dream of selfish pride,

Of greed, of envy, of all I hide—

But sleep—a dream—cannot be pure

Beneath a spell, cast without a cure.

DannYetman

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