In A Dream

In A Dream
In his dreams where he is not what he is in this existence and time frame,
is a message that tells him to live the life that is meant for him.

He dreams to far away places, exotic discoveries and curious artifacts.
He is but in fact a quiet teller of a quiet city.
He dreams of discoveries and gifts beyond the currencies he holds.
And maybe, just maybe, he’d start holding tools and interesting findings instead.
For now, with the sound of counting machines and murmurs of co-workers,
he continues to be.

In her dream where she is not what she is in this existence and time frame,
is a message that tells her to live the life that is meant for her.
Passively-sounding. Something doesn’t sit right.

She dreams to brushes and powder and light bulbs over her sides; faces to color, appearances to change.
She is but in fact a reserved shop keeper of an old store run by her family.
She dreams of studying colors and harmonizing them for the body and face, to see them up on stage.
And maybe, just maybe, she’d start the creative legend of facing-up and enhancing beauty.
For now, with rounding up the stocks and tending to customers buying this and that until evening,
she continues to be.

In their dreams where they are not what they are in this existence and time frame,
is a message that tells them to live the lives that are meant for them.
Passively-sounding. Something doesn’t sit right.

Because one can choose the direction where the dreams are.
And it only begins when one decides on it, to walk towards it, to make it happen in this existence and time frame.
Dreams. They can be real.
Starting from you, to yourself.
Starting from me, to myself.

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