I don’t want to sound ungrateful
And neither do I want to seem greedy.
But I’m ambitious, that’s a fact,
I tend to think I want it all at times but till this far I got none!
They told me; Sweetie, Patience is the way,
And all along I kept hoping and believing; telling my tiny heart that perhaps tomorrow is the day.
But you know, waiting is not the hurtful part of it all but rather watching the world transform and I’m not part of the whole thing,
Smiling is all I can offer to the face of the world,
Listening is what I do,
Cheering has become my game lately,
Not to mention the conversations within me.
A loner, I am
A street with dry leaves is where my journey has led me,
No sounds except that of dry leaves falling.
I swear, it’s crazy
The thought of it all, never being fulfilled,
The idea of a dream washed away by the currents of time,
A hope swept by the winds of seconds and minutes which lately I have realized are the strongest.
Yeah, I believe that I’ll make it,
I do know that everything happens at its own time but what scares me is this;
Granny had dreams back in the days,
Aunt too never wanted to be just but a house wife,
My neighbor the other day said his dream was to be a popular musician but fate didn’t allow him,
None of them seems to have had their dreams made true!
Could it be a case of their fairy godmother being a little lazy?
Could it be the possibility of luck not being by their side?
Can I say maybe they didn’t work towards their dreams?
I want to think that my Angel is still awake and that maybe he/she is just waiting for the right time to grant my wishes,
I want to believe that tomorrow my star will sparkle,
I want to tell a story of a dream being real and not just wild imaginations of a dream that would have been accomplished if not otherwise.
In the midst of my blahblahblahs, I pray that they will be an inspiring blah worth sharing.
Maybe it’s not yet my season,
Maybe my time is still yet to come,
So in the meantime I’ll just keep on dreaming and hope I won’t get weary of doing that.
They say dreams ferment with age and perhaps with that perseverance and that strong-dream-foundation, I’ll be able to someday build a beautiful paradise with the accomplishment of them all.
BY: Lillian MBITHE