Dreams Poem by Woru Sulyman

Slumped at the sight of a lake,
In the middle where there was none.

A blurry future unclogged,
A merry day seems to beckon,
Dreams of our father's for eons.

And shouldn't we celebrate?
The euphoria of a search at it's tail,
A long time of trial and thirst
Finally worth it's wait.

Without getting to the lake
Should we be jubilant?

Hope is the spark that kindle the flame in a man's heart.

Alas! Just like our fathers, a dream it is,
A mirage in our wanting heart,
Of a change that beckons.

A wait for eternity it seems,
Eternity is all we have.
All we can do is not to just wait, but walk.
To walk in oblivion till eternity find us.