Trapped Without A Dream

Buddy’s dreams didn’t need remembering.

They played out every day.

And when he closed his peeps at night.

The daydream went away.

So Buddy would replay.

He’d watch today from the passenger seat

He’d not repeat

That day, no way.

Scraped from reality

The hell that he

Knew was forgotten

By everyone, but him

Daydreaming was wasted on them.