Dreams and Destiny

I want a future like the visions

that come to me while I’m in bed

with nothing to fear but my awaking

before the day makes me ascend.

In these dreams are celebrations – 

the world accepts what was foresaid – 

all the while I am laughing, 

singing until the very end…

Or like flash floods in barren regions, 

that turn dried earth to a watershed,

providing life to the living

in a place that once was dead.

But that is not how destiny happens.

God does not give to the sleepyhead.

Only he who sows his seeds while weeping

will sing while eating his daily bread.