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Bewildering Dreams


Bewildering Dreams

The ticket to the gates is golden.
And the stakes of the game are high.
Yet we’re betting all our chances on luck.
And we pray that it’s enough
to start again, to build again,
to fight to live to be happy again.

Are we foolish? Are we dreaming? Is this real?
Are we laughing? Are we trippin’?
What’s going on out there?

Yes. Maybe? Maybe not.
Maybe a little.
Maybe a whole lot.

What is Time but a fragment of our imagination?
What is Money but a tool that affords us our desires?
What is a Dream but an unspoken reality calling for attention?
Is it begging to be brought to life?

What is Joy but our passions pushing us to live it?
What is Life but the everyday things we see, feel, hear, and breathe?
What if Life is an encounter with endless options we choose to either lose or keep?

What is Love but all that we consume and live by?
What is Love but all that we hold and stand by?
What is Love but all that we fight for and cry for?
What is Love but all that we live for and die for?
What is Love but all that is of us and around us?
What is Love but the force that creates worlds, and makes us?

The ticket to the gates is golden.
The stakes of the game are high.
I’m betting it all on where my heart and mind feel joyful.
And I trust that it’s enough.

Am I sure? Am I dreaming? Is this crazy?
Am I laughing? Am I trippin’?
What’s going on up here?

Yes. Maybe. Maybe not.
Maybe just a little.
Maybe a whole lot.

~Ana Leones

 

 

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