In Concrete Buildings

When told so - dreams feel impossible

Impossible when told and believed.

Before a tangle of webbed tales,

Dreams envelope a fantastical reality

One that ripples - shimmers -

In ethereal colour.

But here - in concrete buildings -

We are told what it means to listen -

Not believe.

Somehow - in concrete buildings -

We all believe not to listen

To the pulsing of a heart -

Beating since birth -

Its purpose in this life.

But here - in concrete buildings -

They suffocate you

With their stomps and their jeering

Your dreams become foolish -

Beneath plastered ceilings.