Dreaming About Fancies

Dreaming ‘bout fantacies
They may never come true
Tonight I’ll sleep soundly
Under a glimmer that is you.

Your words break through
Leaving me speechless, amazed
From your intellectual brew.
How can I break this ignorant haze?

My consciousness fades
Leaving behind this lack of wealth
Just about to wring my hands
Of this failure of self.

©2003 Joe Jenkins