Once, I dreamt of being a lighthouse keeper
but the ocean had other plans: a documentary
on seaweed growth and the occasional
seagull squabble. The turbulence of
misplaced ambitions.
I wanted to paint the skies green
during a sunset that forgot how to
color outside the lines. Meanwhile,
the universe chuckled and rearranged
the stars into hieroglyphs of past
procrastinations.
"Remember the fish?" said the toaster
as I tried to iron my plans for world
peace on a crumpled piece of yesterday's
news. A tale of caution whispered
through the hum of domestic appliances.