Dream bright like an ocean
Dream bright like an ocean
I find it hard some days to be me.
I don’t choose to be broken, you see,
but that scar and me, that scar and me.
We’re far from dreaming bright like an ocean faraway.
I work everyday with no money to see,
a want and need to fund my writing dreams.
When I hold money, bills arrive.
We’re far from dreaming like an ocean faraway.
I knew that unemployment was one step away.
Oh, one step away.
At first sight, consolidation would have put me on the street.
I saw my life from the past, such hardship in one heartbeat.
So, dream bright like an ocean.
That scar and I.
We’re far from dreaming bright like an ocean faraway.
I must survive, but am I alive?
We’re far from dreaming bright like an ocean faraway.
Dream bright like an ocean.
Dream bright like an ocean.
Dream bright like an ocean.
We’re far from dreaming bright like an ocean faraway.
Dream bright like an ocean.
Dream bright like an ocean.
Dream bright like an ocean.
We’re far from dreaming bright like an ocean faraway.
Words rise over the webosphere
as I write and revise,
feel the praise, inspiration that will rise.
I’m not far from dreaming bright like an ocean faraway.
My dreams are the shooting stars I dream,
a vision of fiction and poetry.
When I hold my heart, I am alive.
I’m not far from dreaming bright like an ocean faraway.
With each hope, I feel energy erase the broken.
I feel life rise in me once again.
So, dream bright like an ocean.
That scar and I.
We’re far from dreaming bright like an ocean faraway.
I must survive, but am I alive?
We’re far from dreaming bright like an ocean faraway.
Dream bright like an ocean.
Dream bright like an ocean.
Dream bright like an ocean.
We’re far from dreaming bright like an ocean faraway.
Dream bright like an ocean.
Dream bright like an ocean.
Dream bright like an ocean.
We’re far from dreaming bright like an ocean faraway.
Dream bright like an ocean.
Dream bright like an ocean.
Dream bright like an ocean.
Dream bright like an ocean.
Dream bright like an ocean.
Dream bright like an ocean.
We’re far from dreaming bright like an ocean faraway.
Dream bright like an ocean.
Dream bright like an ocean.
Dream bright like an ocean.
Oh, yeah
Dream bright like an ocean.
Dream bright like an ocean.
Dream bright like an ocean.
Dream bright like an ocean.
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Melissa R. Mendelson is a published author and poet, whose writing has been featured in Names in a Jar: A Collection of Poetry by 100 Contemporary American Poets, Espresso Fiction: A Collection of Flash Fiction for the Average Joe, and Antarctica Journal.
