Wounded dreamers

What did we get from what we prayed for ?
What is that we were so eager to gain?
What is to show?
What is to prove?
What is to shine?

What did we get from what we deeply hoped for?
What were those treasures we fantasized?
That we projected, wanted, desired?

Our dreams are still wide open wide
Colourful fantaisies
Riding our follies

Our dreams are still our jail
A large jail bordered by fears
Fears of nothingness and the unknown

Our dreams cut off our hands
Cut off our legs, our power
We are wounded dreamers

We shall live without boundaries
Limitless as we are
Our body is constrained
Our spirit infinite

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