The title is not an error,
you'll see why by the end of this rhyme.
Because the message I need to send with this poem;
is like presenting reality to a bankrupt mind.
You see you're building a house of cards and aspiration;
A pipe dream in a desert of waste.
You refuse to acknowledge the sun bearing down on you,
plowing on like it justifies your case.
But there is no judge to hear your pleas of innocence;
No jury of hearts to exonerate the guilty.
And you might think that you're running to where you want to be,
but all I see is a runner from reality...
And I repeat these verses through a personal history,
because I've been on that boat that you're trying to row.
You think you'll find your way to a promised destination,
but all that awaits you is the salt and the snow.
After all, you're trying your best to avoid the hard things in life;
Don't be the grasshopper playing games in the sunshine.
Because when the winter hits, no fairytale comes;
just a debt collector calle