Succeeding Fantasy

Succeeding Fantasy

People wish for succeeding in their dreams

With their names shouted in excited screams

But I end up with a buck fifty or two

Wandering the streets telling them I owe you

Like a hound dog they bark at me

Leaving me with no optimism to see

The streets melt my hopes to be

A groggy dead man everyone says they foresee

 

They always told me, “Dream big or go home.”

But I can’t stand here wishing all alone

I want to live the fantasies that give me life

Not just waiting for the strike of a strife

Problems are created one by one

But jump through the hurdles quickly and done

Hoping for my work to come through

I try my best in the entirety of what I do

 

Somehow one night I dream of a light

Shining on my spectacular sight

A fairly large room with cheering fans

With better food than two expired cans

Open mic nights give me a shot

But the night is full of an oblivious lot

The stage’s spot dimmed in the corner

They don’t even have one kind mourner

 

They always told me, “Dream big or go home.”

But I can’t stand here wishing all alone

I want to live the fantasies that give me life

Not just waiting for the strike of a strife

Problems are created one by one

But jump through the hurdles quickly and done

Hoping for my work to come through

I try my best in the entirety of what I do

 

Earning a studio of my own

The glow of the sun is shone

Bright in my mind, I lift my head high

I made the journey up to the sky

Until I am kicked in the dark

Lying down still waiting to embark

The stranger stoops to implore

He believes that failure lies at my door

 

They always told me, “Dream big or go home.”

But I can’t stand here wishing all alone

I want to live the fantasies that give me life

Not just waiting for the strike of a strife

Problems are created one by one

But jump through the hurdles quickly and done

Hoping for my work to come through

I try my best in the entirety of what I do

 

My eyes widen to face the sound

Sounds of my name all around

Cheers and songs filled the room

I pinch to put my real life on resume

There’s no escape from the truth, though

I feel the appreciation and love grow

The light shines brighter on my stage

And I return with rap of this age

 

They always told me, “Dream big or go home.”

But I can’t stand here wishing all alone

I live the fantasies that give me life

Not just waiting for the strike of a strife

Problems are stopped one to none

And I jump further above quickly and done

My work continuing to come through

I try my best in the entirety of what I do

Author's Note

My brother requested me to write this and I thought I would share it with all of you.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

“Dream big or go home.”
I like the story. I learn a long time ago. Some folks don't want the big dreams. They are content with their places and their life. I like the use of repetition. Giving strength and purpose to the story. Good to dream big. Also better to have some fun and hope all things fall into place for us. Thank you for sharing the excellent story. Could be a prose poem?
Coyote

[Kalen Luciano]

I never understood what a prose poem was, so I couldn't tell you if it was meant to be that.

[Elizabeth Rawls]

Very good, and thought provoking. So much in life is vanity and all in vain; making it big and being famous "dream big or go home" isn't all it's cracked up to be. Sometimes you're happier "going home".