POCKET FULL OF DREAMS

it's not about the brightest star

it's just me with my pocket in my ripped jeans

swollen as my hands cuddle up inside

tight grip in easiness 

my chins raised high 

as I hike with my little moccasin

torsos bare and my kneel pops once in a while 

my hands in my pocket, my smile beams 

it's just me, me

a bundle of talent and dreams 

dreams larger than my normal self

talents too much for me to prove 

it's my pocket full of dreams 

my pen inked on my papers 

my body sways in time to rhythms 

my countenance already in character 

sometimes it feels like a curse rather than blessings

for there is too much in me that wants to explode 

too much that makes me feel like a ticking bomb

the spot light is about to be adjusted to space

my time is close

@talk2leigh

4 Nov 2021

3:20pm