The absence of dreams
Haunts as much as
Dreams come true
Is he more fortunate
To have dreams unattained
That drive him forward
Or is she the unfortunate one
To have dreams come true
And now a void
Suspends feelings
Grasping for new dreams
And coming up with mist and nothingness
To ask yet again, what is the purpose of this striving
Where does it lead and what does it mean
What is the purpose of life, the reason I am here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To dream is the purpose. We can not wait for them to become acknowledged or verified. We must know dreams keep us alive to 'strive' with hopeful visions. And within the 'realm' of nothingness, we capture all there is. 'The absence of dreams' can be the beginning to implement them. (?) Perhaps. Who knows? But those who do not give them up. Nice poem, Anita.