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
Copyright © Samir Georges | Year Posted 2010
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