Tent City

We've staked this humble home of ours, out here among the stars
Where dreams do fade with waning light, and stings like salt upon old scars.

Pitched upon ashes of once lofty endeavors
Held to the ground with stakes that sever,
our vision of a future from dreams once held
and the belief that passing storms are always weathered.

These canvas walls, a cruel embrace, provide cold comfort in amorphous space.
Zippered in against the dark to discuss the dreams we have misplaced.

How did we get here?
My lament to rising moon.
On fortunes folly and life's discordant tune.
Once a man of measure, with shining dreams untethered,
Now a sunken soul, battered by fates typhoon.

Just collateral damage of a system gone awry
A simple twist of fortune goes you or I
I've staked my claim amid this sea of ravaged tents
In this dusty, windswept field
Where dreams have come to die.