I’m just a dreamer

Sometimes, deep in the dead of the quiet nights
I have laid down my deep old plans quietly like the dead
Visions of that which is ought to be creep in, sneakily
Like a thief in the night they sneak into my quiet sleep
I’m clueless I’m just a thief stealing from beyond the steep
As I realize I’m already at the crack of dawn
I realize I cannot let my night’s vision down
I battle between pulling my visions to this time
Or dragging my being to the time of my vision
One way or another, the visual becomes clearer
I kick yesterday’s old, aching and tired corpse out of me
And I breathe in a new determination into me
I begin to make that which is ought to be, be
People begin to call me a genius
O, dear you people, I’m just a dreamer!
A visionary who sees visions
I’m not even sure if my visions will wake me to reality
Any day now
And any night, for now,
I’m just a dreamer!


Mongi C. Nkabindze