Lottery Ticket

I bought a lottery ticket
I want to quit my job
I want to move to the desert
I want to sing my song
I want to sit and write poems
I want to count the stars
I want to walk through a wasteland
I want to wander far

I bought a lottery ticket
I fly with wings of fire
I stand alone in the darkness
I stumble like a child
I hide each night in my bedroom
I pull the covers high
I wait for something to find me
I know it will sometime

I bought some paint and a paintbrush
I want to paint my walls
I want to paint them like Dali
I hope that someone calls
I saw a book in a bookstore
A world that isn’t real
I dream of going to somewhere
Some place where I can feel

~ 1995