I listened, I listened, I listened,
I listened to my dream
that spoke to me in solitude,
I listened its heartbeats
as it was alone in the corner,
I listened to its grievances,
and it was breathing its last,
and I was a dying ember in ashes.
listen to you dream
before it is too late
to drink the cups of happiness
that keeps life's momentum going,
listen to your dream
before you crawl
on rough pebbles in rough weather.