The Dream

When it all began for me, the dream, College; they said was fun, Speech was a free bird, wild and country less, But meaning was hard to be found, if not none. Grab it all; fetch it if you can, Everything was available, but again, You’ll get it only if it’s in the script, As they hold the rope to the curtain, Shaping myself into one of them, Ideating their stenciled design into action, I got dragged on the path of slavery, I burned my angel, for my devil’s resurrection, The code executed, and brought me to next level, I graduated from the collage Prom, into the conference room, To travel to the day where the Sun watches me shine, And to the world where flowers see me bloom, But more I is out of the swamp of the monarchy, Deepen I got stuck into this Corporate Sand, Yes they are living here, laughing, if on the programmed jokes, Yet the hunt is on, to survive in this Zombie land, Beautiful, as it seemed on the horizon, The man beneath the mask is playing yet another game, The world is but just a cage, staged on purpose Coz it’s the beast within me he is looking to tame. Tortured till I fall, all I know is being numb Dried off all the emotions, sentenced a barren life, Even though the desire to live if I had any, died There is something in me that did survive It is the dream, untamed and unbound, To fall deep in love, to let that pain make me cry, To be awake and still live that dream, And for this dream to live, I shall die