Dreams

It is only in their dreams can men be free,
It was always thus and always thus will be..
A gentle whisper breaks the sound of silence,
When the daily needs bound men in chains..
Through out the mellowed warmth of a day,
As long as the sun shines, the slaves make hay..
The men lose out as the softer moment flies by,
As the jingle of nature's song  is lost in the sly..
Whence the glow of the golden sun gets dim
An enslaved heart fails to fill life to the brim..
As the darknes of the treacherous night falls,
The cry of a tired soul is bounded by the walls..
And in spite of all these follies do we love our dreams
For it gives meaning to our life despite our screams..