peanut butter dreams

peanut butter dreams

roll out of bed

the sun is shining through the window

inviting me to wake up

but the pain inside makes it hard to move

two years have passed but the memories remain the same

the tension between what i want and what i have remains the same

i wish

i wish and leave it at that

i wish but don't wear the correct hat

the one that tells me i'm a world series champion

slam dunk in the 9th inning

i cross basketball with baseball because i can

limitations are only obstacles that create a better journey

i wish it was different but

the person i thought i would be

buried deep in my memories

behind the dreams and life i had envisioned

and then

and then

i realize that i need to change

turn the dreams into reality and wake up

push fear aside, push it so far aside if forget what it looks like

put it on the shelf beside the skeptics, cynics and the have-nots

take the peanut butter down and smooth it all over my dreams

to make them stick

i want chunky peanut butter dreams because those are the ones that will last

difficult to remove from the rooftops of the mouths that i inspire

the language that we will speak won't be understood by the ones who haven't had the peanut butter

ours will be coated in love and a desire to live, rather than exist

i know the dreams are real because when i set my mind to something i do it

i just don't do it enough

so please

remember that your dreams are real

with some peanut butter and blue skies

they too will stick