By Osasere Imade
DREAM
Can I dream off?
Thinking like a sloth.
So slow, time waiting on me.
Myself and nothing else,
Oh how marvelous things could be.
No distractions or problems,
Only the sun smiling on me.
Oh how could I be happy?
Silence is all I hear.
Nothing, but loud silence.
Clouds appearing on top of my head.
Where would my imagination take me?
To a land dangerous and green,
Or a sunny small place.
Anything I can dream of.
Can I dream off?
