So We Dream

Life is a dry sponge, very thirsty for water,

So when we sleep, we do so to soak her,

We lie with eyes closed from the happenings of this world,

That maybe pleasant scenes we would mold.

We can't see any hope with our eyes open,

So now we close them, endeavoring a beautiful future to envision,

Reality is too thorny, our souls ever bleed,

Our hearts cry tearfully each day for comfort, our only need.

Most say we are merely lazy, afraid of what exists,

Others claim our souls are of frightened slaves, with unsharpened fists,

But truth is we are broken, we are tired of being spank by the cold,

We crave so much for strength, the Sun's shine to forever behold.

So next time you see me smiling asleep,

Dare not draw me out of the deep,

Because then in there I will be painting sweet and kind memories,

Memories of relieving peace, the only comfort there is.

Gerry Sikazwe