Why only in dreams
do we become entirely free?
Entirely free
from the gloom
and doom of our melee?
Why only in dreams
do we become entirely
free; flying high
in the sky; free—
Free as we want to be?
Why? Why, when we
most want visions? Visions
we can mold into realities
and fulfilled missions.
If dreams be preludes
of things to come,
let me dream dreams
of liberty dreaming back
to me. To me down here
on the ground—wide awake.
Here—wide awake
among thoughts of realities—
resting on a bed of hope
dreaming dreams: with eyes wide open;
dreaming dreams for mercy.