My dream is not for a perfect life,
for that I could not care less.
My dream is not for eternal happiness
for that is impossible.
Fancy cars, movie stars,
that’s not me, I’ll raise the bars.
College degrees, they aren’t free
but neither is a life.
The only job I could ever need
is to help a man walk painlessly,
and let a child see their mother stand.
My dream is for a world with less suffering
and filled with people who help others.
It is for a world where instead of
defining everyone as different
we define each other as human.
Humans are different in many ways,
skin color, eye color, hair color
race, religion, beliefs,
and who they love.
Each one of us has something a little
different than the other.
Silently, or not, we criticize.
We judge them.
I dream to live in a world where
it is the quality of the heart that matters.