Meet me in valleys of dreams held tight
amongst blood gushes of heart. There
we each stand, indeed sometimes tentative,

for we are not taught to aspire, not really.
Parents, leaders, teachers, culture may guide us
to strive for nothing less than a white picket fence,

sports car, annual island getaway, with riches
that surpass those that came before us. Still,
I put to you the notion these are frills,

icing on the cheesecake of life and it’s not wrong
to want these things, yet it seems the valleys
of heart, dreams in the deepest places

that inspire one’s heart to pump, to direct blood,
sustain life, be vital, these are the places
dreams lie and there, may we find freedom.

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