Non-Refundable Dreams

The bus spat a cloud of black smoke in my face,

While I stared at a picture of some other place.

A mountain with snow and a sky that was blue,

A world that’s for someone, but never for you.

I spent twenty bucks on some beans in a cup,

While the price of the flight just keeps going up.

The brochure is crumpled, the map is a blur,

A dream of a life that will never occur.