Adolescent Dreams

a poem by thenorm

Go and dry your eyes.

You cry for things you’ve never known.

Finer things, sweeter dreams,

Pieces on the Ground.

And the worlds you’ve left behind;

The Worlds you’ve never known.

Lovers’ schemes, shattered dreams,

Pieces on the Ground.

Go and dry your eyes.

Find the smile beneath the tears.

You cry for all your fears

And for Paradise, with clear, blue skies;

Of lovers’ plans that never die.

Go and dry your eyes now,

While I linger in the Finer Things

Like my own Adolescent Dreams.