Mere Dreams

I have a childish dream
To live on a planet with no loneliness complex
With no time-consciousness like days and weeks.

I have a naive dream
To trust any man I befriend,
To let others stand as I bend
And to serve the broken pencils I mend.

I have an idealistic dream
To love a boastful and gorgeous girl,
To reclaim the insults I hurl
And to feed an early bird on a late worm.

I have a blurred dream
To regain my sight,
To pursue the track of light
And to clearly see the titles at night.

I have a queer dream
To let everyone know I merely dream fake dreams,
To expose my imbecile whims
And to do away with aimless aims.

I have a mature dream
To meet those in the ivory tower,
To let them know that though I seem lower,
Their own dreams are still fewer.

By Omar BIHMIDINE