DREAM

Can you see me?

Do you understand the words I write?

I was walking down the street

There in old Oakland in silver letters stood DREAM

It felt like God was calling out to me

Reminding me to live

When did the world get so hard?

Today my program mate came in with a broken heart

The new job he thought was lined up was cancelled

He was low on funds and everything else

Tried to break up with his girlfriend

Felt less than a man

Felt like what is the point of life

The money we work so hard for we don’t get to keep with our hands

He was quickly sinking down in his own served quicksand

Who are we without our job titles?

Who are we without our bibles?

Who are we without all the labels?

Will we still be human?

I talked to another program mate about the cloud

Started to feel that Black Mirror technology paranoid doubt

What has life become about?

All our politicians so money driven they quickly sacrifice our God give alaskan land?

Can you see me?

Do you understand the words I write?

The answers are so hard to find

Money falls away its meant to be spent

Its meant to just symbolize the work days when they end

There to help us and help our friends

its not what we are

For we are more than flesh and bone

We are made in the image of the divine

Heaven’s light flows inside

We are God’s eyes

We are Gods heart

Yet we get separated from the memory when we stumble in the dark

Can you see me?

Reaching out to you

Can I make my DREAM come true

Let’s define life and make it a little less blue

Without my money I am still a girl

Without a job title he is still a man

Why does this world make it so hard to understand ?

Together we can find endless possibilities

Forever trusting in the DREAM for a peaceful humanity.