The big dream is to ride
a wide open highway to success
yet from my perspective of years
those big dream highways are
random connectors to daily life.
The day to day living of each life.
Sleep and eat,
keep body and soul together,
pay the bills and
stroll on a Sunday afternoon.
Back alleys are notoriously filled
with our detritus for the garbage men
with their big, grumbling trucks;
the nomads of the streets with
shopping carts and plastic bags.
And yet back alleys are filled
with quiet, sad history of
old refrigerators and furniture;
the colourful art work of graffiti artists.
Paved or packed dirt with grass
trying to survive
they draw a line between
vegetable and flower gardens
and messy yards for
plastic swimming pools and tree houses.
“A dream doesn’t become reality through magic;
it takes sweat, determination and hard work.”
~ Colin Powell
