Jake Brown

Shackled Dreams

sometimes I wish I was just a Mafioso
a wise guy just like Godfather Don Vito
hit man with my gun to his head
bang! bang! pull the trigger now he’s dead
sometimes I wish I was just a rock star
in a stellar rock band playing a mean guitar
sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll
that life would probably take its toll
sometimes I wish I was just high
tripping on acid and thinking I can fly
shooting up H and snorting cocaine
all that just to forget some awful pain
sometimes I wish I was just a soldier
so I could tell my children when I get older
how we fought the terrorists for Uncle Sam
little did we know it was all a sham
sometimes I wish I was just one of the faithful
thanking God and telling him how I am grateful
shouting out loud “keep the faith!”
would God then keep me safe?
sometimes I wish I my dreams were not shackled down
like a caged tiger in a carnival heading out of town
but nevertheless I’m cool with being myself
my dreams I can keep stowed away on the shelf


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