Living the Dream

Some people see chains holding them back that aren't really there

Others get snagged by chains they cannot see

I am often planning ahead with great gusto

I approach each day with optimism and grace

But by lunchtime all I get for my efforts

Is a whole lot of rotten tomatoes

Split bananas

And stinky egg on my face

I keep on smiling and try to have a laugh

I improvise with cosmetics to hide the bruised pride

Still, I never seem to learn my lesson by finding a corner to hide in

Instead I come back for more of the rough treatment

Brave the onslaught of a world that's filled with kitchen cupboard doors

And I dress well most days

To rub shoulders in the marketplace and participate in life and wotnot

Put on my dancing shoes and throw my cares into the wind

Holding onto hope this nightmare has an expiry date

Anticipating that dream to begin

Someday