Once upon a time there was a dream
that came true. And it began
to die like anything else. For weeks
it searched for a job and a place to live
but people were very mistrustful
and did not want to be near
such a sad thing.
Besides, dreams themselves have few
employable skills and can rarely provide references.
So it slept on the streets.
In daytime it begged
for the means to carry on and never understood
why no one walking past
wanted to keep it alive.