my somewhat realistic, ideal dreams
teased their way through, pulled tight at the seams
but wear and tear will prove it's time
put holes in the stitch of those dreams of mine
my claws were too sharp for the needle to thread
a patch to keep the dreams secured in my head
but last night i closed my eyes to find
my dreams rearranged, outcome redesigned
and guess what i did just one week ago
i clipped my sharp claws, almost as if i had known
