A post of a muscle-bound trainer, which said
“Go show me your dream, and don’t hide it away.”
Suggesting that keeping my dreams in my head
Instead of my body is somehow to stray.
I get it. Your dream is to somehow resemble
Your vision of envy: how you yearn to be.
But my dreams won’t flex, and they will not assemble:
They play out like dreams, which is perfect for me.
I’ll write them, or speak them: though it seems that they sulk,
It’s not that they’re feeble, or desperate to hide:
They’re happier here. So keep yours on your bulk.
My dreams will just “work out” their wonders, inside.
I understand: you lift. I do other things. My dreams are plural, and yours are corporeal. The “gains” I make are quite different to yours. Now put some clothes on.