The Triumphed Dream Poem by Amadu Amaru

This I hope it do not offend you,
neither is it trivial.
I ain’t jus’ tryin' to be outrageous
but the truth in this lore,
can only be realized when you
can understand the solitary mind
of this frozen hearted young blood
Inside my heart I know I’m happy
when you talk to me, even from a
distance.

Sticky situations come in a lousy but
tricky way but the worse trauma
would be to turn back watching the
triumphed dream pass you up.
You ain’t gettin’ tossed as you may
think, you can only understand how
I feel ‘bout you when, you take a
journey through my mind’s eye.
The only thing that comes to a
sleeping man is a dream.

Love just hangs in the air; so that
anytime it falls on you there you
would be quiet like walking along
the silent night streets then you
will rush to makin’ it, not knowing
it’s so immense that it may even
choke you in the process.
Love is only real when you discover
the lost soul and give it to a stranger
can’t manage it yourself
cause it hurts to reminisce how you
lost it.
The triumphed dream.