Our song

[symphony]

We are dreaming of a home
We are dreaming on our own
Meanwhile a city gets burnt down, someone gets pregnant, a kid girl is drowned...
We are dreaming of a home
We are dreaming on our own


Dreams are the mountains, dreams are the mountains, dreams are the mountains, dreams are the...


the mountains that make the skyline
look so distant
look so close
look so
oh so
home.

[firefangled]

I love the way this reads, Symphony. It has wonderful contradictions in it and is so real. Your poem reminds me of that saying, "Life is what happens, while we're making other plans."

Very well done! The last stanza is killer.