emotion is an ice, it melts away
imagination is just one last will —
daring to dream is daring being crazy;
the soft touch of it is freeing freedom.
the world is filled and the strangest are men,
time flows in fleet'ng wreath and they're calendars.
if time can be turned, who will not want to?
or if life can be re-lived, who will not?
yet it cannot turn, if it is not free.
darkness is about to pass when the sun
goes down to be shadows of darknesses.
and you can kill a dream, it is clement —
but to make horses run on the road, you're
killing him. the wound will pass through the hair.
dreams are like the night, if it will pass or
not yet hast it, as the morning, if it
will come or not. you can open the door
of your heart and your love and your future —
the touch of sunshine can pass through the sun.
Akinwale Peace Akindayo
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