Untitled - 11/3/2025 (II)

my parents had dreams
before they had me
so they’d be sad to see
if i ain’t chase mine.

but please forgive me
for being distracted
by the temptations of the night
that distract me while i write

the lust of the money
the head of the queen.
limerence about a love i ain’t even met
perhaps it could fly like a dove.

dreams know no more neglect
searching for a soul to connect
and a milly on a check
and “i did it.” on a text.

so as you listen to the words i write,
envision a man on on his plight,
on a path toward the light,
while being pulled into the night.

but that’s just life
a quest for a wife?
searching among profiles
carved by a knife?

searching for a soul that’s whole
so it doesn’t take a toll on mine
double headed snake
in the shape of a dollar

what’s the other one you ask?
comes in the shape of a smile
that will come to pass
but love forever lasts