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by Mbuso Mkhonto Kumalo, January 21, 2010

The Dream...it's bigger then what they make it out to be,
the Dream, it's larger then what he makes it out to be,
it's massive, it's huge,
it's bigger then you and me.

The dream is passive.

But not your usual non-violent element,
it goes deeper then the home of Gia's heart,located in the center of our core, it unravels, untwines the strings of restrictions, binding me to a stationary foundation,

yes, as productive and earthly loving as it is, these dreams cannot, they will not,
no... these dreams refuse to be grounded,
like a six year old kid, stuck in a corner,
kid not understanding why kid needs to watch time...out,
like watching sand slip slowly out of a perspired palm
But just like a determined dream, let us not drift away; let's not let lousy excuses lead us astray from our initial cause.
A motion causing a pendulum movement, a dream so intense... so much so that it's passion goes back to mans earliest creations, ideas and thoughts recorded by the ancient Egyptians, dreams so fine-tuned that one would be forgiven for thinking it was a premonition... A dream of your reality...

Written: November 2009
Tags: Dreams Future Visionary

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