The world is more difficult each day;
it’s becoming more like a nightmare.
Humanity seems to be going backwards;
I’ll leave the crabs out of this one.
There aren’t good, new news anymore;
we recycle everything but recyclables.
The world is more like a bad dream now;
one we don’t want to wake up from.
It’s no dream; it’s reality for most.
The only ones living in the dream
are the ones causing the nightmares.
Some people make nightmares out of dreams;
maybe they should make dreams out of nightmares.
One day they’ll wake up
to the mess they’ve created,
but it’ll be too late;
they’ll wish they’d been dreaming.
Dreams open our eyes to better
things for our troubled world.

Copyright@2016MartinaGallegos