Stephen Raseona (28 february 1989 / Polokwane(Limpopo) South Africa)

I’m a dreamer, who never wakes,
You can’t seize my spirit,
You can’t win my dignity
Of my dreams away.
From up so heaven, dreaming of being in my mother’s womb,
In my mother’s womb I dreamed of being a human being,
Till now I’m still dreaming.

Up above lying on cold of worm clouds,
Thrashing my heart to the sun,
Recuperating I’m beating it to the moon,
With science of humour I laugh,
Surrounded by stars, like a dinner date in restaurant,
But recovering that their endless time come to an end,
And that signify being demolished,
But never give up, never wake up.

In the middle of the forest of love and hate,
Full of animals and trees of nature,
Rocks feeling so happy like dams and rivers,
As I walk towards inside,
I started to fear the fear of fearing,
Unfortunately turning backwards
In that forest was demolished,
As I thought I could turn back and went off,
Holes were holes as moles were indoors,
Clouds up above booming booming like within a second,
The storm will start storming,
Yet as I timorous to fear the fearing of fear,
A loud voice draw closer from up above saying,
You are a dreamer who never wakes.

Suddenly I was on the desert,
The forest was bulldozed by the voice,
Those trees are aloes now,
Those rocks are mountains now,
Those holes with moles inside, now,
Are holes without moles inside,
The thirst threaten me,
Accusing me of not drinking the water of love or hate,
The mountains were too big, yet too near,
I screamed for help until help talked to me,
Saying no one will help you,
i institute to realize the verity that I’m alone,
Yet never give up, never wakes.

The fog draft within seconds,
Forcing me not to see the light of life and love,
But then the fear of fearing the fear was over,
Giving my self a fist to my chest saying,
I’m a dreamer, who never wakes,
I’m a dreamer, who never wakes,