Let Us Say

Let us say that

when you were poor and dirty and hungry and cold

let us say that you made some wishes

held some dreams

but the poverty, filth, gnawing emptiness

created boundaries that even dreams couldn’t cross

Now, comforted and warm, all your dreams

Let us say that all of your dreams have come true

But they were never your dreams to begin with

They were sickly and weak dreams that were so mild and meek

They bring no comfort upon their fulfillment