An Ode to the Everyday Dreamer

To the Everyday Dreamer, the ones who
Live the child’s nightmare of mundanity.
The woman with forgotten pearls and gold,
The man who abandoned his hopes of old.

Oh, to let rubber gloves become your silk,
Leaving being driven, only to drive.
What I would give to achieve resignation—
I’d sacrifice all my none for your all.

To live for true days rather than false dreams,
To die satisfied, not cruelly content.
I yearn for your simplicity, but the
Closer I get, farther away I stray.

To the Everyday Dreamer, who have changed:
My childhood nightmare; a forever dream.

--Charlotte B., 9th-12th Grade.