Ideas from the Silent

Dreams are thoughts; some untold

Others are strong, depend, bold

Mine, however, burn dim and cold

So I stay silent in a matter fore told

Chains of silver chains of steel

Dreams like mine seem oh so real

My thoughts and plans seem so surreal  

That I can't contain the things I feel

To make matters worse, my time is ticking

ticking for the sellers and buyers who keep tricking

Those who have nothing, they're lips they're licking

Tasting a life where there's no more aching

As I sit here, in a rump worn chair

I can't help but stop and stare

At the mother who holds her child with care

The child doesn't know that the world is so unfair