delusions of grandeur

Delusions of grandeur

sprouting out like tree roots

taking pleasure

removing my ability to

see what grows

around me.

I once held firm to possibilities

being real

but lately the breeze

has swayed continually

towards broken dreams

avenues filled with make believe

traffic lights dressed up like

a fake Christmas tree

while walking outside the lines

daring cars to hit me

not to mention the rain.

Delusions

explain

brick walls

cracked window panes

not to mention

pain.