Dreaming

Whether we weather the storm

Or conform to the norm

It’s uniform

The decisions and provisions

They feed the hunger strikes

And visions of the weaker men

Die in the cradle, choked and when

A spirit falls, wings break too

Tied to down to earth by problem glue

Icarus, he knew it too

When dreams fly too high they crash and burn

But without dreams how can we learn?

To imagine is to love in thinking

That life is not just endless sinking

Hope transcends the prison walls

Mistakes made early, choices, falls

Dreams outweigh deepest sin

Portray the grace that lies within

The souls of men, weak and weary

Without dreams are rendered bleary

Life and death, two terms, too vague

In lying helpless can’t relate

The struggle of wings to escape time

In spacial terms, of rap and rhyme

The words provide the means to see

In dreaming we are truly free