Dream by Philip Asaya A dream A dream is that thing that would not let you sleep It is that thing that would not let you eat... Because your belly is now filled with the desire of seeing it come to pass Its that thing that only you can see... And when others try to squint to perceive they perceive you as your mind losing it A dream is that thing that would not let you die even when a thousand bullets fly recklessly before your very eyes It is what would make you bleed... It is what would make you cry... It is what would make you take the whip of pessimists It is what would make you wear their crown of thorns And your very blood run down your face but still you press on A dream is what would make you lift up your head even when others give up hope to drown A dream is what would not allow you quit the race even when your heart fails with each pace and your feet now breaks with every stride It is what would make you find air to breathe in a vacuum... It is what would make you call each defeat a chance again to win it Like light coming on a single bulb in the midst of a thousand and more A dream is what would keep your fingers digging up dirt because you know one day youd find it there A dream is what makes so long become so soon so close It is what would make you live forever in the hearts and in the souls of men Long after you have stepped into the oblivion of sleep and your flesh now nothing but dust and heap But a dream is also what would make your spirit regret make it feel youve lost because you only allowed it burn a thousand degrees within you When the world around felt you frozen cold It is what would stand by your grave and with head down soberly shaking saying You had it... All within... But you made it go to sleep with you in this casket of ineptitude It would cry to your creator and the angels would bear it witness on every tale.. on every account of your fears... and your limitations you spent all your years building up in your head It would scream in your ears and whisper tantrums at your spirit for eternity It would make you wish for another chance Another opportunity to feel your flesh on your bones one more time But no... For the hand of time will not rewind and God would not change his mind cause we live and die once not twice But a miracle has happened today... One of opportunity one of grace And that is... right now you are alive And that chance to make it happen stands before your very eyes So open your eyes .... stop dreaming it start living it... Dream by Philip Asaya
Posted on: Mon, 28 Jul 2014 19:25:26 +0000