Bed of Broken Dreams

 Bed of Broken Dreams

I've got a job and I've got a girlfriend
I've got a loving family and a couple of couple of great friends
I can buy my wishes I can keep my deal's end
Life not too grand but it ain't like I need to fend

All's cool and I get by
keeping expectations shy
I don't cry, I just try to dry
 my eyes if I feel storms nigh

But I look back at the kid that dreamed
Screamed at the sky at planes' chem steams
Wanted to be a pilot and wanted to beam
through the sky through cloudy streams

Then the kid grew a bit more,
a sophomore of science roared
"I want to be a scientist for science is never a bore
Seldom feels like a chore"

Adolescence hit and hormones brewed
Everyone seemed rude, prude a bit skewed
Rock and Rap became his mood
Something he would have ensued for he wanted to feel like a dude

His body matured his thoughts calmed
Had some harm from a break-up but man! books were like a balm
Never alarmed, poised and calm
Wanted to be a writer, a poet and with a pen he was armed

The kid is a man now, a proper one at that
Look at that, his bed now, it's large, big and fat
Filled with broken dreams and atop, he's sat.