DREAMS OR SCREAMS

For years she dreams about that fateful day

Her whole life she keeps waiting, patiently for the hour to arrive

She grows up and hooks up, with that guy who holds the golden key

She finds love and glows with pride but feels like an empty sack

For months she carries you along, for weeks she dreams about you

Boy or girl? She can’t decide whom she wants even more

Time runs slowly these days, those nine months seem to crawl along

But she keeps God at heart, He keeps her dream alive

Alas, the time has come and she is ready to live her dreams

Yet all we hear in the labour ward is screams upon screams

You make her suffer, she almost dies so you could live

It’s a successful delivery and she has never felt happier

Twenty years later you have no regard for her

You disobey mum for fun and keep her pressure high

She still loves you, she would still give her life for you

You were supposed to be her dream, not make her heart scream

NEW DAWN

Who is this one too? Where has he come from?

What credentials does he have? Why listen to a word he says?

The four W’s are set in motion. My very motives are severely questioned.

Lucky me, I think to myself. At least they didn’t question my very existence.

Hello, Hello! Am human just like you.

On planet earth I reside, from the internet I have come.

Credentials you say? Am real and that’s all that counts.

Love me or hate me it shouldn’t stop you from commenting anyway.

They say opinions are like asses.

Everybody has one.

Well this is not your regular ass then.

This blog doesn’t seek to egest, it’s here to digest.

And just in case you were questioning my existence,

Am an engineering student who loves to read and write.

Rare as you think that may be,

Am here to stay, am here to play!