An Impossible Dream - a Cry of a Truck Pusher

An Impossible Dream (A Cry of a Truck Pusher) The street is my home It is where I belong I know no love So I make it not part of my daily vocabulary One sachet of pure water Enough to perform the magic In cooling down the body The small lotto kiosk is my sleeping place My heart was filled with merry The day she looked my way I wish to dream a dream Even if I lost my memory Her beauty I will always remember But we both belong to different worlds I push and pick before the hand can go to the mouth She is welcomed with smiles With servants at her beck and call What am I feeling? Is it love? But how can this be Love is not love I can only dream of her love I can only visualise her embrace I can only imagine her warmth and kisses Oh! Allow me to dream a dream I have long suffered on this street For tomorrow may not be mine Don’t blame me, Maybe I have a slow faith From her posture I knew she were a creature And it’s in her nature To capture my heart Oh! How I wish I were a preacher To tell the world about the moisture in her love Oh! How I wish I were a teacher To lecture about how she will feature In my future dreams. But it is just an impossible dream Because I am only a truck pusher.