Visions from the corner of my eye
This way then that
Then vanished never there
A recurring dream, recurring at all different times
My friend it remains
A far off place and a little man at my side
Surrounded by the rich the famous
Could this be?
We check into a room with quite a view
A place of such elegance good music good food
Plenty to do
They insist to be friends and an honor t’would but
We’re not rich
Certainly not known
By comparison below poverty is my home
Why talk to me
A wonderment most definitely
Little ones play as company surrounds
Not alone any more as company abounds
Weakened tired mind little man fades
Shall we head back?
Take a rest?
Catch a glimpse again
But now it’s trails on a chest
A chest of drawers, is something there
Look close they’re gone
Unsafe dread, wrong feeling grips
From where, from whence?
Get out now disrespect someone else
Toy with another unkind like you
Little man I want around
Where is he?
No harm will come is most important to me
I see him close by my relief as I sighed
What they would want it just couldn’t be
It began to dissolve as heads dropped in shame
Those visions I see
Children stopped laughing images cleared away
Alone were we in an elegant place
Good music good food, plenty to do
On my guard I will keep us from deceit
Safe here at least
My concern, who’s the beast?