A Short Poem : Dreamer

For how long have I dreamed a dream

I have heard of men, who spent their life dreaming a dream

for how long will I live in the future

afraid of breathing the stale air in the present

the air smells and I, cannot accept that which labels me as a peasant

afraid of claiming this life as my portion

my real life exists somewhere near, in the future

it smells like apricot and  freshly cut grass

in a field of white roses, where pink pelicans fly

so I put my face and my back into my work

As I toil to do the very things I hate, as a necessary way of achieving that which I love

The days pass and I fail to grasp the essence of life.

My youth withers away as I toil on this barren land.

But I do not notice, because I have my sights set on Utopia.

with every step taken, utopia turns dystopia

I have had priests filling my ears with the speech that they preach

proclaiming the dream that I dreamed is out of reach, because of the sins that I've sinned

I suffer from the scourge of the tongue of the rich.

An indelible whip that falls and scars the weak.

The distance between our lives is the elephant in the room.

but they talk about it. failing to remember they too, are escapees from the zoo

so I start to chip away from the dream that I have dreamed

I try to settle for less than I've dreamed

chip chip chip..... Says the woodpecker

till my dream and my present are one, together.

I was a dreamer.