Even Our Dreams Need Oxygen
Even Our Dreams Need Oxygen1 min 312 1 min 312
Waterfalls all around.
Oh, how amiable is the sound,
And I sing the beautiful song.
But then I hear the bong!
Once. Twice. Thrice.
Oh now I realize!
It was just a dream.
For even I am in the team,
Responsible for the earth’s scream.
But how did I end up here?
Holding a share,
In the forthcoming earth’s demise?
I was the one rewarded with the grand prize;
For being the best marcher;
To prevent Mother Earth’s departure.
Was it when I failed to put my words into actions;
And anticipated the hazard to be the ultimate destination?
Or when I turned a blind eye,
To the earth’s sighs,
Contrary to my dismay,
When that man in gray
Overturned the tree,
I went on with my own spree.
The feeling of guilt crept inside of me,
As I held my lavish apartment’s key
For it is also built on the graves,
Of the trees that pave,
The way for us to dream;
So will no trees eventually mean no dreams?
For to see those lucid dreams,
You do need to breathe