

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