MY BASKET OF DREAMS
MY BASKET OF DREAMS written by: Nwazuosa Nkem Kennedy
When
my eyes closes in slumber; and I smile to what I ponder
What
if I see myself different; unique from the norms of familiarity?
Alone I see my goal; when I stumble
to that rock it is still my goal
Its
Heavy on me my basket of dreams... should I stop dreaming?
I
have found a new tutor in reality whose lessons I harkened grudgingly to
I have not found my place yet among
stars; it’s almost noon, I fear nightfall
Have
I been dissatisfied on my achievements or have I dreamt too much
Its
Heavy on me my basket of dreams... should I stop dreaming?
When
the cloud melts and washes away the trace of direction
When I have no guide and I am saddled
to orchestrate my life dimension
What
if I face a cliff on my next stride; and I fear to confront the unseen?
Its
Heavy on me my basket of dreams... should I stop dreaming?
The
heart cannot stop fighting yet I do not understand, it’s like the doctors
writing
Motivation
has turned into pressure, and desire burnt into wishes; I still aim high
I embarked on a journey whose end I
know but whose hurdles my grip cannot control
Its
Heavy on me my basket of dreams... should I stop dreaming?
Deep
inside my heart, I hear voices in my solitary
I am not there yet, I am neither here
yet; where then am I?
What
state have I evolved into that I do not understand
It’s
Heavy on me my basket of dreams... Maybe I should stop dreaming.
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