Dream

I know you are thinking about your dream when you are young, trying to study and prepare yourself to succeed in any way. I know you are thinking about your dream on your bed at midnight, pondering if tomorrow would give you light, showing you which way to go in sight. I know you are thinking about your dream through the window of an airplane, waiting to see the next destination of your journey, the new places you are going to visit. I know you are thinking about your dream in a bookstore, fiddling with books, from ancient to modern, which talk to your soul. I know you are thinking about your dream in a café, writing your resume, in the hope that you can get a well-paid job which pays off rent of your flat, when the price of rent continues to go up without end. I know you are thinking about your dream when dreams are only wishful thinking, no longer within reach, in a city where money is the only way out. I know you are thinking about your dream as you are toiling like a robot in an office, living like a cog in the mega machine, in return for a paycheck which allows you to live in a city where everything has a price tag on for buying and selling. I know you are thinking about your dream when the flies are coming to take over your job, your house, your school, your land and even your partner. I know you are thinking about your dream since you grow up in a grassroots family, when there is no hope for upward mobility in our city, in spite of how hard-working and smart you may be. I know you are thinking about your dream with your husband or wife, whispering if you should leave the city and find goodness in the foreign land, when things have become so gloomy and bleak after the handover. I know you are thinking about your dream after 50 years has gone and that you have seen enough to say that the best story is already gone.