LOUD DREAMS
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| Micheal Onobote - a fine Nigerian Poet |
Once upon a time was a dreamer
who dreamed big dreams...
that stayed as dreams...
I’ll turn the skies purple
Mountains before me will crumble
My voice may be quiet and soft,
But my dream is loud and puffed.
I'll take the bull by its horns and tail
Now has become forgotten fairy tales
Lost in the claws of hedonistic splendour
Buried in the deceit of youthful grandeur
I’ll be a great lawyer and win great cases
I’ll be a great artiste and tour great
places
I’ll write ten books before I'm forty-five
We all had loud dreams to make us satisfied
Sunshine to moonlight, milk teeth to grey
hair
We still never won great cases, or toured
great places
Still waiting for our dreams, blaming life
for being unfair
Ignorant that our dreams were waiting for
us; for the world to see our faces.
Such is the story of the dreamer...
That dreamed big dreams...
That stayed as dreams...
Till he woke up to act...
- Michael Onobote
(November 2012)
