THE HOUR BEFORE LIGHT

The darkest hour is just before the dawn

And by that time you will be dead and gone

Coz’ it’s an old people saying

That person will lay his own tombstone brick

The one who will not dream crazy and think big

For that person will be nothing but a dirty fat pig

The being who thinks what others conceive as ridiculous

Ends up being successful and fabulous

The being who thinks everything that is no-nonsense

Does not excite the Gods with his presence

And lastly the being who thinks he has it all

Will someday have a big fat fall

Which will be seen and laughed at by all

And then I talk about the person who does not have a vision

I pity them & think about whatever happened to his imagination

If he wants to be what they call the ‘cream’

He first has to sit and dream

For whatever in this world that was, is and will be

Was because of someone who dreamt of a world that was free

There is this thick fellow down the street

All he has are dreams; without a treat

Whenever I go for a walk, he sits by the pavement

His eyes transfixed, as if in amusement

He finds happiness in dreams through his imagination

But resists with them, his confrontation

Because he has a lazy ass, what to do

He does not want to get up, even to go to the loo.

And then there is this smart, handsome guy

Who lives in a mansion and wears a damn expensive tie

He once dreamt of a life at the top

Abundance and tranquillity were the things he sought

Now it’s been two years

And all we can do for him; is to give him three big cheers

It’s all because he knew his might

And he fought the hour before light