We Dreamers

We dream Dream Dream of delusion Dream of what is not ours What we wish to have And Dream we will Till the day comes Till the day passes Without a hush Quiet… Dead… Whisper The day will pass us And we will: Dream Because we, as inherited by our minds, are dreamers And dreams are not real, dreams are fiction Then how, can a dreamer exist? We are our own Cursed to dream Conjure up what we may never have Because We Dreamers Fear what we do not imagine We fear, what we do not consider What has not played over in our heads We fear, that what we imagined, what we partook in Will be different We have dreamt up our fear Because, we who are afraid Can only dream of being brave And we who dream of being brave Do so out of fear This twisted cycle of deprivation Must By all means Stop So you ask me Carol, what dream I wish to come true? The dream of living my waking life, Not dreaming it away Dreams are endless, Our lives Are Not © Samir Georges 2007