Of All Things

Of Dreams and Reality

Dreams, I have them.
When the light is dim and faint.
When consciousness ebbs and fades away.
I used to have one, even when I was awake.

I dreamt of acting on the stage.
I dreamt of singing and dancing the night away.
I dreamt that together with my fellow artists
We brought light on people's lives, and we inspired them one at a time.

Maybe I shouldn't have wandered off this path.
It was hard, sure, but at least it was welcoming, like being in the fields, sunlight basked.
At least it was peace, at least I thought so.
But I did wander off, and now I know.

I know the soil I stand on is tainted with blood.
I know the people in this country very much mistrust
The guys calling the shots from way up above.

I know that us, the people who claim we are one,
Can't even see eye to eye with the people on their side.
We are broken and we are loud
And we are a bit too much proud.

I know that the infrastructure we are built upon
Is unsteady, and that at any chance given
These rats will take what they can get and leave when
It starts to crumble, and we are crushed.

They feel bigger than any of us can possibly imagine.
Their greed, their pride, it blinds them.
They've promised long ago that they'd protect us, the people.
But have they? Have they ever?

And I wanted to close my eyes again.
Because this pain and suffering seems too much to bear.
I'd rather live in this blissful dream,
That I can change the world just by singing.

But alas, I am awake now.

And no lullaby will quell my rage, seething.