Dreaming
(not drowning)

We cry. We laugh. We reach out. Our existence depends on those around us, our trust in them complete. Our knowledge is minimal, our appetites insatiable. We demand without reserve, secure in the belief we are loved.

We dream of warmth, love and simple things
We query, desiring answers to unformed questions. We delight others through our need to experience, to know and feel. We place our importance not in money and physical possessions: we just need love.

We dream of the unexplained
We are demanding, insisting rather than respectful. The world is our playground with many entrancing toys. We reach for the pleasures not of knowledge, but of experience. It is not our voice that matters, but our image. We stride out, alone.

We dream of pleasure and fulfilment
Life is a frightening reality that we must grasp, or lose. Our ideas display maturity and perception. We long for advice, offered and ignored long ago. Our path is no longer simple, but with many twists and detours. We long for adventure, and yet we fear it.

We dream of the possibilities of life
The joy of love is paramount. Our vocation chosen, we reach upward and outward, desiring status. The importance of friendship is relegated to the background, unimportant in comparison to the future. We can still run and jump, but we don’t have the time.

We dream of success
We realise the importance of life. We attempt to reach out beyond barriers imposed by the formation of our existence, frustrated at the paths we have chosen. We feel the strain of age, a portent of things to come.

We dream of re-invention
The burden of time lies on us, as we fight against reality. The pressures of work struggle to destroy us. We want to run away, to deny our future and our age. Life lacks meaning as the future consumes us.

We dream of halting the tread of time
We achieve the final goal, the rest promised for many years. And yet the absence of activity results not in relaxation, but depression. The pressures of a life run by money are no longer feared, but desired. We search for new meaning.

We dream of new beginnings
We wither, slowly resigning our bodies, but not our minds, to the futility of denying time. We scream for life, ache for it; but our last desire is denied. We struggle to accept our imprisonment of flesh. The depression aroused at the appearance of death's visage destroys us.

We dream of youth; the irreversible tread; we dream of life
Experience forms our physical world; however, it is only in the world of dreams and thoughts that our ideals, our characters develop. It is this world, this world of everywhere and nowhere, that we create the life we want. There is no futility in our dreams, for rather than pointing to our unfulfilled lives, they portray all that is yet to come.

We dream of God