Dreams

It’s dreams that put me down to sleep.
Exhausted with the man I am
I dream to visit other lives.
I wake up grateful in this man,
This man whose consciousness has fled
Exhausted with the man he was.
The one who fled must not have been
Aware of all advantages
This man has over other lives.
No matter! I will make of him
What he has not yet made of him.
So many many things to do.
So many many lives to touch.
So what if he has erred ago?
So what if he has traumas past?
So much so much ahead of him.
He still has dreams awakening.