Dream-Fields

The soul that does not die,
When confronted by destruction-
Is the spirit that knows how to fly,

The morning always follows the night-
Amidst hopes which don't hide from realities;
The slippery road teaches how to walk upright.

And the dream-fields promise new life,
As the struggles of self against the world continue;
The  mission to accomplish control over strife.

J.Bibi