SOMEONE ELSE’S DREAM 

If you were the woman that you wanted to be 

You’d be knee-deep in dirt combing layers of earth 

You’d be digging down through the centuries 

Making stories out of broken pottery 

But you settled down and married young 

Now you’re looking in the mirror at the woman you’ve become 

What do you do with someone else’s dream? 

Someone’s else’s life? 

Someone’s heart? 

Back in someone else’s dream 

If you were the woman that you wanted to be 

You’d be skidding out the lane before the screen door hits the frame 

You’re be steering straight to lands you never knew 

Buried temples and gods shaking off your façade 

But what kind of woman breaks a decent home 

And how do you know if you can make it on your own 

What do you do with someone else’s dream? 

Someone’s else’s life? 

Someone’s heart? 

What can you say when you are caught between 

Who you are 

And who you thought you’d be 

Why do you shove 

Pieces of yourself under the rug 

What do you do with someone else’s dream? 

Someone’s else’s life? 

Someone’s heart? 

What can you say when you are caught between 

Who you are 

And who you thought you’d be 

Back in someone else’s dream