The 'D' in dreams and diamonds.

I have dreams that history has turned to fiction because my generation digs for the glitters of gold and the shimmers of diamonds.

While some struggle for the discovery of life,

not riddled with the face of a Rand sign.

Contextual.

Dreams that silence the simultaneous approval of neighbors and relatives,

quickening their judgment, opinions, views and shadowing this burning passion alive in my every momentum.

I did not choose to dream.

But to sleep I fell;

At rest and at work;

As these words, sounds and pictures exploded in my mind.

This complexity has my mind in constant chatter.

I’m over-looking history’s calamity:

Stuck between culture and lifestyle.

Debating my future,

doubting my dreams.

These dreams control every reasoning, undiscovered perception and talents.

Suddenly,

12 years of School

6 years…further schooling,

Acquired skills faded into pale

monotonous voices.

I have to climb over this mountain.

The order of the colors of the rainbow have changed,

setting a tempo to mute music that’s ringing in my ears.

At rest, and at work, recognition may pay all too a visit.

What if fame came to their door for dinner?

While,

I debate my future and doubt my dreams.

I own no wings,

though the sky is the limit.

The momentous clips from yesterday have set me running,

eloping into my own discoveries.

At rest, and at work;

I’ll today, like yesterday, have dreams for tomorrow as torches that light today.

Ill tomorrow have dreams like today, as torches that light tomorrow.

Till then;

At rest, and at work.

I will gaze at these dreams,

following their silent whispers that lead to equal opportunities for all and a life lived in freedom.