In My Dreams

In my dreams
I have a wonderful life
With wonderful children
And a beautiful wife

In my dreams
I make lots of money
I work in the tallest building
And every day is sunny

In my dreams
I have a lovely home
I am the neighbors envy
It’s like living in a poem

I am awaken by a police siren
Like the way most days start
All the pains come cascading back
And the worst one is in my heart

I crawl out of my abode
A cardboard refrigerator box
I have to be able to protect myself
So I fill my pockets with rocks

I struggle to the sidewalk
It’s just like every other day
I start begging for money
From the commuters who are on their way

I know I will be sworn at
I know I will be shoved
I know I will be spit on
Because beggars never get any love

A few nice people every day
Will give me a buck or two
It usually comes with some advice
On what I should and shouldn’t do

I just need enough
To survive another day
Some coffee, some food
And enough booze to make the pain go away

At the end of the day
I both cry and scream
I pass out from the liquor
So I can find happiness again in my dreams