She says she doesn't want nada but some joy dust <br />To relieve a dull haunting ache in her freaked soul. <br />She cannot catch on why her whole life is a bust, <br />And how to escape falling headlong into a black hole. <br />A joy rider kicked by a horse with no hereafter <br />Is trying to knock the habit of running a railroad <br />By boozing it, yet suffering from the morning after, <br />Still wondering what caused her to take the wrong road: <br />Maybe the guy from high school who gave her wings, <br />Or an imaginary protagonist of her groovy pipe dream <br />Who said, ''It won't be over till the fat lady sings. <br />If you wake up to the fake reality, you will freak and scream.''<br /><br />Aram Stefanian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pipe-dream-3/
