Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

I have my ticket for the 
First passenger flight into space
Not until next year 
will I be able to take my seat
To sit in that sacred space
Will bring comfort to me
This may sound lame to most
In my mind I avenge myself
On all those who said 
I will amount to nothing
Here I am the cat with the cream
I know for most folk, 
life gets in the way
Dreams die by some evil desire
Life pulls you in the wrong direction
Could be we walk the path 
of second-hand dreams
Old, used parts of life
A mishmash of leftovers 
that never amount to much
I count myself lucky 
that my dream has been paid for…

© Anita Dawes 2021