DREAMS

They keep us alive
They put us to grave
They give us hopes
They give us tears
They climb the mountains
They dig the hole
They make us tremble
They make us roar
We love them
We hate them
We pain for them
… and still
We need them
To keep living
To keep hoping
To keep dieing
Each day
Like taking a drug
Like having a smoke
Like cutting the breath
Inch by inch

Keep dreaming