There's a selfie
on the shelf
looking down
at you- it's
you who looks
at you straight
into your eyes
and how does it
feel when you
look at you
and you look back
at you

- tell me how's
your dreams
doing?

Are they being
nourished
or are they
left in silence
to be forgotten?


Tell me not
on a Sunday
but any day
where do you
picture yourself
in some years
how do you
do it - getting
through it
getting over it
getting over yourself
awakening to the true
you - despite all the
constant ongoing
drama surrounding
us everyday
turn of the TV
walk outside

Tell me not on a
Sunday but any day
how do you do
do you take care
of yourself in the best
meaning - does it matter
that this is it - this is your life
your dreams your hopes
your highs and lows
does it matter in any way
that this is your choice
to make way for what
matters to take a stand
while you're moving
not running away
but flying


Tell me how's
your dreams
doing?

Are they being
nourished
or are they
left in silence
to be forgotten?

Do you die a little
as you bury yourself
in what you think matter
but knows not matters
in the long run
does it frighten
you the way
you look upon
life - as a struggle
and a fight
the survival of the fittest
the survival of what?

The coin turns
in the wind
and the shelter
is too far away
the sky opens
and the water
cleanses your
every step
in the dusty
sand

This is your
golden opportunity
because frankly
this time is the only
time you've got

Cos the days are
turning older
and wiser
offering you
some fresh
brewed wisdom
with that coffee cup

So have a sip
and as you're sitting
there reflecting upon your life
tell me

how's
your dreams
doing?

Are they being
nourished?

Or are they
left in silence

- to be forgotten?