My brain is not solo
It is escoted by bright sparks
I see them all around, side by side
Flawless pictures
Mysterious to the outside world...
What is my story?
Once a translucent silken cloud
gracefully exposing the smiling sun
now hangs so shapeless...so dull
on my knees crying out to Mother-Earth
Let me reveal those true colours
Before your dust sweeps my bones
Breathe life into these dreams.
My story is in my dreams.
I embrace them
I count them
I taste them
Each born in new identity
These are fantasies to the world
yet such solid walls within me.
Falsehood blinds the world
yet dreams make prisones see beyond the walls
the exiled can tell you
amongst all the chaos and chains of poverty
dreams are protected inside,
ALIVE and growing posibilities
and so I dream....
A hundred dreams.
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