I walked by a property where a fence caged in
Cedar bushes trimmed to look like exotic animals  
Where a modest mailbox, with a little red flag nailed to it
And a long cobblestone driveway lead to an
Enormous Gothic castle with vines spiraling up the towers
With tall wooden doors, a large stained widow
And a dull flickering candle light protruding from it;
Projecting signs of humble existence
A young man stood in awe, poking his small head
Between the frosted bars of the main gate
Disregarding all chances of being seen

One day, I’m going to live in that house.

I shook him from his daydream, with a flick of my lighter
And laughed silently as I took a drag from my limp cigarette
His Frightened eyes watched my smile crack
Like a frozen river breaking under the warm sun

*I’m a witness to that promise. Good luck