Dreams

I used to
dream that
one day I'd
grow up
and just
instantly become
famous,
like I'd go
to sleep
one night,
imperfect as sin,
and wake up
as Bob Dylan,
or Otis Redding,
or Joan Jett,
and be as sinless
as pure white porcelain.
It wouldn't be
some struggling artist
kinda story
that settles
nicely in
American bellies,
I'd just be me
one day,
and someone
fabulous the next,
no stuggles,
or the whole
"struggling artist" motif,
just absolute miracle.
But when I
finally grew up,
I realized that,
maybe, it was
a whole lot
better to wake up
and still be
just me.