dreaming

Sometimes I dream with my eyes wide open. I dream of a place where my hand, my smile my laughter is appreciated. I dream of a place where people walking on the same dirt ground as me see me as see them. dream of faces of children playing in the sun their bliss rooting on absolute ignorance filling the air. I dream of disease being buried under water where no man can ever reach, no spirit can access I simply dream of a world where all our worries are contained in tiny clear jars and thrown into limbo. then I dream of men and women know, their hapiness shines in their faces and when they kiss sunlight rises from between their content faces into a world that could always use a little more light
Sometimes though, I simply dream about now, in this world where cold is real and so is hot, where man n spirit work together to bring chaos I sit my eye to the sky wondering, what could do for the faces I've come to fear that appear before me in the street. faces that know the confines of a prison, faces that know the hand of the abuser and faces that know many nights spent with nothing to eat. I open my mouth but words caanot come out, because I have been conditioned to comfort of myself and my immediate family and associates, peace of my own heart and those whose faces will see constantly and hapiness of those who have my number, my email and my facebook page.
Am I living in a world where a dream is only a dream unless you sign your soul off? am I living in a world where to dream, I need money for a peace of mind. is it so hard for us today to simply strive on faith, on hope on sharing? as I sit here dreaming of a better world, hope someone else is out there making it better..just long enough for me to catch up..I still dream.