Dreams
of my father
Father, what did you say? What did you want me to do?
You wanted to walk back but some paths were too far in the past, some stages so
far skipped. I shall carry your dreams, the dreams of my father, and I shall
tire not, till I see dust way behind me. Sit me down today, and tell me how far
behind memory lane you would love to walk and we shall hold hands. I believe in
you, and I believe in whatever it is you believe in. Tell me to take a flywhisk
and woo the crowds and I shall do just that. Tell me how much you want to get
to the past and I shall reach into the dark uncertainties and pluck it all for
you. What is it you wanted to be? What is it you want me to be? Just tell me,
whisper or shout and I shall be. Let the world know that I am the man, old
enough to run with the torch and ignite a million fires. Let them know that I
fear not scorpions or snakes, neither do I lions and leopards, till the end I
shall run with the quest and up the mountain I will set down the dreams of my
father.
Nobody no matter how strong and resolute will stop me
from carrying them, the dreams of my father. The graves shall scare me not and
darkness will never have a hold on me. I shall walk, I shall crawl, and I shall
fly. They might be like a bag of wet sand, a bag of frozen ice, but they are
the dreams of my father, and I shall carry them every place go. I shall not ask
for help. Neither shall I demand pity, for his burden is my burden, and until
the grave beckons, I shall carry with me the dreams of my father. It shall not
bother me that everyone is watching. I shall cry, yes I shall shed tears when I
finally reach the pinnacle and set the cross down and celebrate, for I know
where he was never able to reach his son did. I shall swell with pride when I
finally set them down, the dreams of my father and walk down the hill to his
beaming smile, warmer than a cup of a freshly brewed coffee and home-baked
bread. It is a lie papa, that it is ever too early for a young man to create a
change. It is a myth, that a stammering tongue will stop a voice from being heard.
I shall prove to them all, I shall show the unbelievers and the sceptics that
it is worth dreaming every moment, and walking all the length. I shall prove to
them that it is better to have the worst of nightmares than carry with you
dreams never pursued.
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