Ornate Ceilings

I hope
to be something , in this life
not just a nothing , with an ex wife  
to actually cut it
without blunted knifes ,
for my bread to be buttered
on even one side ,
my keys to be mine
oh , to see
when I'm blind .

I try for , my want to be
then strive some more , for the un-real
that's why , closed doors
can open , it seems
I dream from the floor
of ornate ceilings .

Bubbles do burst
yes , troubles can get worse ,
just clean up the mess
and cancel the hearse ,
as more of the less
is sure to gain worth ,
if I give it my best
someday I'll be heard .