Dreams Of Steel Poem by Luana Del Lobo

I’m a tree,
I’ve leaves but I have no branches,
I’m a road but I have no destination,
I’ve a mind but I have no hands,
I’m a bird, I fly… I don’t know where to go!
I would like to be… and not just dream about it…

Maybe I just don’t want to…
Maybe I just don’t care…
There’s no particular reason,
It doesn’t make sense…

I don’t know what I want,
I don’t know what I don’t want,
I simply Know
That I want steel,
Not cotton candy,
I don’t it to vanish,
I don’t it be sweet…
I want it to be strong, cruel,
I want hell,
I want it to be real…

Because we all know,
Thal all the real things
Are made of steel.
They’re rough,
Though they can be covered
With lovely flowers and all the good things.

I’m a person,
I’ve hands,
I can do whatever I dream to,
So hard dreams, too much steel?