Two dreams

Green greed rests of the top of

Placid pastures of cut fantasy.

Ambition to change are

Childish dreams sent to lay

Below, never to be seen.

A child sits on top of the glass,

Peering through the faces,

Wishing for more color,

But it's all green,

And it's all just a dream. 

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