I have a dream” you daily say
Ever since, yesterday and even today.
Yea, your dream is still fresh and gay,
Coz it has never left the stack of hay,
Where you hid it alone and away.

Have you dream’t of what could be?
What your tomorrow holds, do you see?
Can you see the “I wish that was me”?
while you fold your hands, closing your eyes dreamily.

Or maybe you live your life in a daydream,
Wondering of what may be upstream,
Watch out, less your eyes loose their beam
After higher tensions runs up your bloodstream.
Then, you’ll begin the real dream.

Some dreams are false, others even come true,
It all depends on your last night’s barbecue.
It will be really sad and sorry, you can’t argue
When your dream bids you bye adieu.

Hey friend, give me a minute to exhort
Advice is never a worn report
Life is short, don’t live it in contort,
Don’t let your dreams decay and distort.
It won’t ever bring you comfort.

Work done in your dream is no work
Work done in the head is mere brainwork.
You may opt to end your day also in dreamwork.
But you only get paid for clockwork.

Victory in battle comes not in bed,
If you sleep, ere you’ll soon be dead.
Arise now or you’ll be made a bobsled,
With no choice but to live your life in a dread.
The farthest place to reach would be “ahead”.

author: Tokunbo Ajewole, February 13, 2000


Ayotokunbo Ajewole, an engineer, an avid writer, and blogger (a.k.a OmoJesus)

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