Dreams - Poem by Woru Sulyman
Slumped at the sight of a lake,
In the middle where there was none.
A blurry future unclogged,
A merry day seems to beckon,
Dreams of our father's for eons.
And shouldn't we celebrate? The euphoria of a search at it's tail,
A long time of trial and thirst finally worth it's wait.
Without getting to the lake a distant far should we be jubilant?
Though making haste in victory may be a folly, hope is the spark that kindle the flame in a man's heart.
Alas! Just like our fathers, a dream it is,
A mirage in our wanting heart,
Of a change that beckons.
A wait for eternity it seems, and eternity is all we have.
All we can do is not to just wait, but walk.
To walk in oblivion till eternity find us.
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