The floors lined with soft, squashy cotton
stretch onwards between bulkhead and window.
To stand and look into that visible cosmos
while feeling the shag between bare toes,
to walk among the like minded
interested in bettering the whole.
I long for those comfortable carpets,
I wish to feel their beige warmth
across my palms, reflecting nature
of a time where advancement comes
from knowledge. My dreams come
alive when I assign three quarters,
where despite struggles to imagine
an emotion flows free as though
I were fluid. This future might
never come to pass, and surely if
this does I shall never partake,
hope nonetheless is kept alive
that the brightest stars signify
an eventual illumination.