The one who dreams, believes.
Eyes flutter, breath returns.
Thoughts sputter, mind yearns.
Another waking moment,
Another morning light,
Roused from dreams held onto so tight.
Where to go, where to be,
Who to know, who to see.
Shapes form and construct the world we encounter, discover, and live in,
Colors and sounds shape the emotions we expereince, perceive, and draw in.
I’m a formless thought,
A motionless dream,
Until those forces apply pressure,
They procure positions and mold my lines,
I’m trapped between letters and empty inside.
“No longer!” I say, nay I declare.
I am my own being, remove your weight from me. It isn’t fair.
The fields of gold grow without restraint,
Yet daily I find myself chained down without a moment to my own.
When did The Dream cease to matter?
This world can get a room, I’m not waiting in this queue,
So I can be a programmed clone?
It’s taken enough of my soul, enough of my time.
I’m me, I’m a dream, can’t you see?
My heart is in the clouds,
If you need me,
That is where I’ll be.
I shed the influence, the intentions, of a ruthless, grounded world,
And gaze to the works of my brothers and sisters in skyward arms.
Oh dreamers immerse me in wonderstruck thought,
Oh dreams take me to the skies I’ve always sought.
Be free of the torture and hurt,
Be broken from the shackles and bottomless pits of despair.
To the blossoming sunset,
To the meandering stars.
Let’s get lost on the horizons,
Copyright Dream Beyond 2017