I’m a dreamer. A dreamer in a land I don’t know how I got there. A dreamer with an imagination of that of Albert Einstein. A dreamer with the heart of a believer whose heart was filled with hope. This hope pushed me to visualize and see greater things happening in reality. But will it happen? This made a wanderer.
A wanderer who doesn’t know how things are done. A wanderer who was mistaken to be a madman. But deep down, I knew what I wanted. A wanderer whose thoughts only made sense to him. In this land we live, that is when we say a human is mad. But doesn’t that mean that? I still keep dreaming. In that dream, I lived. I lived and I had stories to share. I became a storyteller.
Many stories I have shared and people had tears just for me. Stories that seemed like fairy tales. Stories that I lived in yet didn’t know the role I played in them. The common thing that run through them was the pain my heart received. This pain made me wonder. Am I the villain in my own story, or is there a better explanation for my role in them? I don’t know what to say. There were still more reasons to share my story. It seemed like hope to the growing generation. As they saw me mad, that conscious mind in them gave me a little attention. That kept waking them anytime they sleep to think about what I shared in my stories. A dreamer, a wanderer, and a storyteller yet I haven’t found what I seek. Remember I still have my beliefs and that gives me hope.
My thoughts don’t make sense anymore. Everything about me is a mirage that keeps pushing as I walk. People misquoting me to the extent of losing my respect as the vision man to the man who doesn’t make sense when he talks. But until you came by, love has always been heavy on my heart. Having you near doesn’t only make my dream realistic but also makes me feel it’s achievable. Maybe what I seek is just a stone’s throw. My only problem is even if I stretch so hard for it, it doesn’t always fall in place. In all, I know I will find it in the place where I never dreamt of finding it.
Until you came by, yet I don’t know when you coming. I wonder what is keeping you from reaching. I’ve waited enough. Not that I’m not patient but I’m worried if I will recognize you when you arrive. If I don’t, will you? That is the question I have. This won’t stop me from waiting. I know one day you will come by. When you do, I hope I recognize you. When you are set to come, I need goods of life. I need most love in abundance, peace in overflow, and mercy in everything. I hope our home will be a home of peace, love, and a miracle for everyone to believe in love once again. Until you come by dear, I will continue waiting.
Thanks for passing by!