Each day I pass through you,
living and reliving the memories…
seeing things I never grasped!
Afraid to relive here in reality.
Passing through you I feel undressed.
Naked to the eyes that stare back at me,
through me,
By me, blank.
…they dare me,
to think.
to ask.
to trouble endlessly:
should we lose hope…
have you forgotten to dream?
I may yet have forgotten.
earnestly, I believe in my struggle for a pleasant reality,
I may yet have forgotten the ambitions of my dreams,
the hunger I felt even after fed.
I have certainly forgotten to dream my ambitions.
My home has been made far away.
quite far from these harsh realities I see.
far away from the utter lessness and the hunger.
damn! the unquenched hunger ever present.
I seem to have forgotten to dream,
to at least make an attempt or make a pretense at,
to give voice to a truth that will be left unspoken;
A truth forever etched in the hearts that settled far away.
I will yet move again
and it is going to be far away still.
Like a nomad I am forever cursed,
to look for pastures greener and yet greener.
forgive me love but that is the way of man.
I have not forgotten the truth.
is it not forever etched in my memories?
Yet this constant reminder will help me to think
and I may yet dream again.
I have only ever known release,
dare I say freedom from the torments!
in the corridors forever running into each other
In the land of my dreams
but yet,
I will dream again,
for you, for me, for generations of the slaughtered lambs…
Mushin, I will yet dream.
