My Dream on a NYC Park Bench

The inevitable let down we experienced from others...but the support they give

I dreamed one night on a park bench that I may
Wake up to a crisp morning
Of yesterday's redemption.
This, however,
Was only a dream.

Those that I love neglect me and leave me
With absent words and
Translucent shoulders.
I am reminded of
The indifference of man.

I pick up my cap and set off,
"I don't need people, what do they do for me?"
"I hold the key to solving the world's misery!"
Then, a faint memory streaks across the lobe
"They hold your hand as you are climbing the Great Tree."