Hugs and Kisses

On shoestrings laced across the states
we traveled land and sky to see
new friends, and hear our heroes’ tales,
how they each won the lottery.

A pleasant shared hallucination,
respite from the grind,
a dream perhaps, a fantasy,
and no one seemed to mind.

Where once loomed tall a host of titans
now stood simple women, men,
yet still a tiresome whisper begs:
“Could I succeed like one of them?”

But please, when bound in that thought’s throes
this second voice hear fast:
“Uphold your end, stay building,
making visions come to pass.”