What a dream, I saw my past packed in one stream
Of flooding memories that were left untouched
Always left at the same place where my fragmented pieces were for them to deem
In my sleep I have the key to access those memories
Where I still have questions unanswered, with pains that were destined to be buried; either my fragments or them.
I saw clowns thriving on the grass of prosperity, and victims trying to pave their rejected ways among the harsh.
Though in a dream, what could be impossible, if everything the heart misses or wishes is accessible.
They deceived some of our innocence; while they carried around the honor of adulting. As if their excuse is a wisdom guarantee, while for the children, it is their trapping destiny.
But this child’s reality, is a new world for the child to keep getting in, forever in their minds until growing. Some places are meant to be visited in reality, to finally resolve while their eyes are open, rather than a germ that keeps infesting their dreams.
A family is not always there to protect, they are likely to be adults in wolf skin, unbothered to replace it with a sheep’s one; as what could a child really know about reality?
Dreams do relieve what is hidden, yet they are also called dreams for a reason; to resolve pain, or to wish for something better.
Written by: Farah A.Y