Dreams are the fastest runners

Runners without souls

Runners not like Ussain Bolt

Runners with wings unseen


Dreams are taunting bothers

Bothers who demand hard work

Bothers who mess with minds

Bothers like psychotic creators


If you dream

And you scream

Thinking the dream

Will walk to your head’s screen

Then you are the jester who thinks he can fly

To God, not through death,

Through the very angry sun

Heads, hands and legs

Leading the rest at rest

Will give those dreams a chase

To make them worship instead of being worshipped

So up up up

And plan a take off

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)


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