My dreams are hungry because the future looks bleak
My dreams are hungry, it’s starving and weak
My dreams are hungry, because I am scared to try
My emaciated dreams wait slowly to die
My dreams are hungry, I cannot see beyond the present truth
I see them collapse, pulled down by decaying roots
My dreams are hungry; they are frantically searching for food,
But my life is normal; I’m surviving through my womanhood.
My dreams are hungry; they are crawling towards light,
I know I need to feed them, if I am to win this fight.
A life without dreams is like a dawn without mist
Without them, I will die, while just this body will exist.
My dreams are hungry, but their food is beyond this wall
I try to escape the prison, I begin to wiggle and crawl!
Pillars of tradition, begin to shake
My zone of familiarity begins to break.
I try to stand steady, but the ground beneath trembles,
My dreams gnaw at hope, while the tower of rules lies in shambles.
As we walk across the broken wall,
There is a buffet for my dreams and thought
There are steaks of color and rolls of hope
There is an entire spread of options and scope.
As my dreams feast and satiate their hunger,
With wide-open eyes, I become a dreamer.
My dreams give me the strength to carry on,
To make my life beautiful like the misty dawn.
For a comfort zone, I care no more;
I am embarking on a voyage, away from the safe shore.