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  • Esty Rosenfeld

Short Dreams and Tall Fantasies

I like to dream not fantasize

Dreams will take me far but fantasies shine bright like the stars

Stars that we reach for daily that are out of our arms length, out of our scope of vision

I envision myself walking into a building full of strangers and already having good friends

Or at least just friends on a bad day

Most days, I want to learn how to play the piano

But every time I try, I wind up walking away because my hands don’t play the sounds the song is meant to make My brother says I need to backtrack and start from the beginning

Master one hand at a simple song and then move onto chords

But I just want to lose myself in the music while my fingers glide gracefully

Gracefully like when I try to dance

My two left feet move in sync to their own rhythm

My mother says to first learn how to walk painlessly again before I try to run, let alone dance

So instead, I’ll just learn how to fly

Except I don’t know where my wings are and I forgot how to put them on

Maybe they were roasted by the last barbecue

Where we all sat around philosophizing life

Life is out to get me

Get me to not jump the gun

Because if you shoot for the stars

They’ll blow up and explode

And then

they’re gone

So I’ll just climb the ladder of my dreams one rung at a time

But I’ll fantasize a life where I was taller and would be able to take them two at a shot

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