PIECES

THAT DREAM

I wake up every morning ebullient
Hoping it is the day that dream comes to life.
However dubious it may sound, I still believe in that dream.
So many evil deeds I've corroborated with that dream. I hurt others in the name of that dream. I feed my soul poison in the name of that dream.
But for my sake that dream is capricious, susceptible to change only when I'm caught in a tight spot.
I can blame Martin Luther King Jr and all other inspirational speakers for making me believe too much in myself and that higher purpose.
They said when a road unravels into two, take that which is less travelled.
I took their advice and I have since walked alone, chasing that dream.
But maybe I just didn't get them right.
That dream has led me to be censorious, censuring all those around me.
Maybe it is about time I let that dream go.
They are probably just illusions without a habitat.
Preying on the feeble mind fueled by ambition and the desire to succeed.
Or is this the moment they spoke of?
The moment right before victory.
The moment when I have to stand strongest and hold on to that dream.
Owning what I have worked so hard for.
Indeed, I'm left in a dilemma, with time fading as footprints on a desert.
I have to make a choice, between that cogent dream action and that obdurate dream action.
I choose...