Thoughts of a Graduate of Life

A DREAM

I dream a dream
And so i have got a dream
A dream of a new beginning
A chance for a new beginning
A dream but if i follow
I know am going to follow
For I know it is not hollow
A dream that leads to new realms
A dream busting at its seams
Flowing like a stream
No doubts this is real
Or else i must be asleep
A waste of life to let it slip
This chance for a new beginning
You will feel its rift
Off your feet it sweeps
A dream of change
The beginning of an end
In labour, now given birth
The beginning of an era of new beginnings
Oh what joy, a moment ago it was only a dream
But now it is real
This is my dream
For my dream to be real
For my dream to have feel

A BOOK

What is a book,
Someone asked
But a book is a book
Any collection of sheets of paper
That is bond together
For a book could written or uwritten
It could be blank or scripted
For so there are many books
Books that have been written
Books that have to be unwritten
Books in the process of writing
And books yet to be written
All sorts and manners of books
Good books and bad books
If i had to ask,
I wouldn't just say what is the book about
I'ld ask what's in the book
Let me judge for myself
And you 'll be off the hook
For you can't always judge
A book by its cover
The front may luster
And its back fails to spark fire
For so appearance is important
But appearances may be decieving
For there are many ways
A book might be undercover
From afar its looks
May not glitter
But from its center
May flow words that make you flatter
Scripts to make you blush
To roll in laughter
Or create excitement and inspire
Its all in a book
But which book
For there are many books
Old books and new books
From the old you can smell
Its good tidings, an invitation
To see past its look
And the new they have no smell
But they get around
Their news fills the air
Old or new there is always a selection
Of good or bad books
They will always be around
For their message is always in the air
What is the book about
What's in the book
For a book is not without
What is hidden within

MY HOME

They come from here
They belong here
This is their home
Where do you come from?
If this is not your home
Where do you belong?
Oh you that roam
I do not remember my home
But i long for home
Looking forward to go from here
To a place i can call home
To a home that recalls my place
There i can belong
But home is where the heart is
Where there is hope
Something that takes the heart
Something that makes and breaks the heart
For this it beats a rhythm
As it makes its home run
But where is my heart
For i hope and pray
But still have nowhere to go home
Everywhere my heart wanders
Nowhere to be at home
Over there i call home
But when i come home
My heart still longs and roams
A longing hope i call home
An unrest i loathe
To belong to my home
And not long for a home that don't belong
To know where am from
From whence i can go home