I Still Dream

I Still Dream

If dreams came true I would not be a failure at everything I do…

Yet still I dream,

Even though my eyes and ears are covered in labels by people that don’t believe in me…

I can still see…

I can still see the beauty in front of me…

Even though I endure the anguish of others,

the disappointment of mothers,

the condemnation of sisters and brothers,

I still see…

Even when I am laughed at by people immersed in systemic illusions fed by greed,

I still dream of a better world…

I still dream that one day there will be something I do that will blossom and grow…

I still dream,
I thought you should know...

Dreaming

Dreaming

Distant voices shaking,

escape opacity's wrath,

seeking inner fires,

that light upon the path.

While shadows trapped in twilight,

allude with malintent,

striking fears attention,

on souls that they torment.

Shapes come into forum,

as sleep awakens night,

panic builds momentum,

and hides just out of sight.

Heartbeat races faster,

charged and full of flight,

while darkness wanes to question,

and run instead of fight.

Scenes adrift unfolding,

consciousness aware,

empathic visions capture,

the essence that is there.

Enlightened soul now present,

fears have all been slain,

morning breaks the silence,

and removes you from the plain.

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2nd Edit 2020 Mar 06

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