White House Dream

 

White House Dream
Two men walk the same cracked road
one still dreamin’, one long broke Cardboard case, hand-rolled smoke
talkin’ acres like a private joke We all reach for somethin’
too far, too bright
hands like mine
can’t hold that light
still I see it
burnin’ behind my eyes
little white house
then the dream dies Soft voice, big frame, childwide grin
world throws stones at a mind so thin Mercy — kindness or crime?
pull the trigger or waste his time? I held the picture, drew the line
said “someday we’ll get there”
then stole his sky We all reach for somethin’
too far, too bright
hands like mine
can’t hold that light
little white house
and a goodbye