We Dream

We Dream

 

 

We know not

What ‘cool’ may be

 

We would rather go

And be free

 

Jump up

In the sky

Skip from cloud to cloud

From star to star

 

We touch them with the tips

Of our toes

As we bound

Free

 

To take a trip to the moon—

To lay our hand upon

Its crusted luminous white face

To dare a day-dream

Unreal, yet exactly how it is supposed to be

 

We are up at night

When the moon shines bright

 

Yes—we lurk

At the edges of society

Secret, unseen

 

Yes, we left

But to evade

Our death

 

We are not

The herd depicted

 

We work alone

At home

 

Don’t tell us

What we are

No one will make us sway

 

To their dance

To their beat

 

We sing the song

We dance to our own music

 

We work hard

Alone

To be I, not we

 

I, not we:

For I am me

2 Comments

  1. I was mulling over the gradual suffocation of the rich, beautiful, and inspiring personalities of some of my friends and acquaintances, when I saw that you had posted this poem. This puts so many feelings into words. Thank you for this!

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    1. You are welcome. I appreciate your thoughts very much. I am so happy that the poem is meaningful to you. In case you are interested, I wrote ‘We Dream’ because I was inspired by ‘We Real Cool’ by the poet Gwendolyn Brooks, in which she describes what she thinks of seven pool players. I wished to try to judge the pool players in a different way. –Stell.

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