Can you dream for me?

Because I’ve known nothing but this village sand

My pillaged land desolate of dreams so,

Can you dream for me…?

 

I’ve failed to contemplate an escape

Outside the gates of my city walls

And these mental scars and these mental bars are

Too closely constructed for your hands to grasp me.

However, the light of your dreams shines through revealing these bars are not as tight as I once perceived so, can you dream for me?

 

I was told dreaming was just a product of cultures

By traditional vultures that swallowed up my aspirations like fresh meat.

 

Confined to this mold to appease societal codes passed down from days of old.

Before you dreamed for me I had accepted my role as a number,

I had accepted my role as a worker,

I had accepted the simplistic standard to work, eat, and sleep to appease my Comfort in this prison cell, but now your dreams have changed that.

 

Your dreams have revealed how naturally I had accepted the hand me down status quo, yet now I know, that bar is far too low.

 

Seeing your dreams so beautifully constructed and adorned

So distinguished from the norm, I’m tempted to mourn,

Because my aspirations lack even a platform so, can you dream for me?

 

Can you dream so I can see the motivations necessary to build a foundation that Can uphold such vast imaginations against the impatient winds of time and Doubt?

 

Please, dream for me and close this chasm between reality and what I deem a Fantasy. Thus, what was once a fantasy becomes a plan for me and plants a Seed, that sprouts bearing fruit for all to see and dream as well.

Now can you see why I desperately need you to dream for me, to dream for us?

 

It’s evident your dreams are a product of a mysterious love and since you’ve Dreamed I’m convinced this love can free me from my prison cell. So can you Introduce me to this love that makes dreams possible? Can you introduce me to This key holder, this chain breaker, this life giver, this dream maker, so I can Dream for Him too, and be free?