I Still Live

At night, i dream of avocado and bread but not looking at the stone which i place my head , I look up directly to a star as there is nothing to shed And killing mosquitoes which is a thread I ponder for the day I will sleep on a bed Everyday I wake up to feed on what ants have fed with my cloths made up of leaves and not tread I fetch for what I will eat hours ahead I still live, and respect the Creator who has always led