Chasing Dreams Poem by Strawberry T. Dube

The only time we have access to friends
Is during dreams and fantasy,
We sometimes see ourselves as sky scrapers,
Who hunt dreams by shooting stars,
Words keep on reminding us
In us reside gigantic souls.
Poetry telling you that
Tears were meant to clean our eyes,
Because after crying we see things clearly,

Then arrested man in this prison called
'i m not wise'
Hense we fail to be social even on media,
But poetry strike at the right time
Telling us and reminding us,
That in this life there are things that
We were not forced to do,
But we are bind to do,
We are being blinded when trying to do

We sometimes follow friends...
We do no know where they are heading to.
At home i was taught
Not to speak about something i don't know.
So when someone ask, 'do you know love? '
I'd say No...
But there is one thing i know,
It turned many to creatures
who plant their dreams in those dark caves,
Lust turned us into slaves,
Well a man said, 'things went wrong,
When people choose to dance to the song,
Instead of listening to the lyrics'
We vibe until morning...
Bang! We saw that we were dancing
For the wrong song...

Maybe if we change the ability of our hearts
to our brains,
We would have never
Do the elaboration of the word 'hate'
Because our brains would have
Taught us what reality is..
Instead of lust mutual using us, love and other infidelities.