HiveComb

A dream,
A dream is that thing that would not let you sleep
It is that thing that will not let you eat
Because your belly is now filled with the desire of seeing it come to pass
It is that thing that only you can see
And when others try to squint to perceive, they perceive you as your mind loosing it

A dream is that thing that will not let you die
Even when a thousand bullets fly wrecklessly before your very eyes
It is what would make you bleed, it is what would make you cry
It is what would make you take the whip of pessimists
It is what would make you wear the crown of thorns and your very blood run down your face
But still you press on

A dream is what would make you lift up your head
Even when others give up hope to drown
A dream is what would not allow you quit the race
Even when your heart fails with each pace
And your feet now breaks with every stride
It is what would make you find air to breathe in a vacuum
It is what would make you call each defeat a chance again to win it
Like light coming on a single bulb in the midst of a thousand and many more

A dream is what would keep your fingers digging up dirt
Because you know one day you'll find it there
A dream is what makes so long become so soon, so close
It is what would make you live forever in the hearts and in the souls of men
Long after you have stepped into the Oblivion of sleep
And your flesh now nothing but dust and heap

But a dream is also what would make your spirit regret make it feel you have lost
Because you only allowed it burn a thousand degree within you when the world around you felt you frozen cold
It is what would stand by your grave
And with heads down soberly shaking saying "you had it all within, but you made it go to sleep with you in his casket of neptitude"

It will cry to your creator
And the angels will bear it witness on every tale,
On every account, of your fears and your limitations
You spent all your years building up in your head
It will scream in your ears and whisper tantrums at your spirit for eternity
It will make you wish for another chance, another opportunity to feel your flesh on your bones once more

But no, for the hands of time will not rewind
And God will not change his mind
Because we live and die once, not twice
But a miracle has happened today, one of opportunity, one of grace
And that is, right now you're alive and that chance to make it happen stands before your very eyes
So open your eyes, and stop dreaming it
Start living it