A Dream

I live and breathe like a misplaced dream

In this labyrinthine construct of time;

Like a flower that blooms in the wrong garden;

Like a kite that soars in the wrong sky.

I try to find my place in this maze;

Where the horizon is a cerulean haze;

Where children are taught how to lie;

Where a flightless swallow dreams to fly;

Where tears burn the eyes like a pyre;

Where simplicity gets butchered by satire;

Where justice is just like a starless night;

Where compassion is always a lost fight;

Where deaths can kindle an endless debate;

Where love is defeated by war and hate;

Where colours of humans put seasons to shame;

Where despair is the prize for the agonizing game.

I watch, I cry, and I wish to be born

In the distant future; For one day there’ll be

A world that cares, a world that dreams;

And I will find the right sky for my kite.