Dreams to dust.

She likes to build her dreams

on top of hollowed-out adventures.

In hopes of finding passion

in places it won't be.

She stacks her thoughts like bricks

desperate to reach the sky

but hope makes shitty cement

and buildings crumble and fall.

She cashes out her feelings

to trade with logic and reason

because that's what daddy said.

It makes a sturdier foundation.

Emotions don't buy groceries

and dreams don't pay the rent

so she stands among the rubble

with dollar bills in her hands.