This dream,
Peeping through multiple layers of the subconscious mind
Gathering in the recesses of the shallowest pits
In dormant form it continues to fester
This hope,
The last remaining straw for the drowning man
So frail and brittle looking
Forever in the distance like the treacherous phantom
This change,
Promising futures of unimaginable glory
Of things anew and afresh so savory
Left cowering at the smoking,angry feet of status quo
This life,
My own, one and only dream
Mine to dream and to shape as I deem
This Dream of Hope and Change in my Life.
This I like, life is sure ours to dream and shape as we deem..nice lines..good piece