Poem: Thieves of Dreams

[ShadyMathers]

Thieves of Dreams

By: Jake "The Snake" Roberts

What do they steal?
Why do they steal?
Haven't they their own?

Where?

Everywhere some child or innocent one has left them unprotected
Not of ignorance or shallow thinking
They aren't hidden due to love
Hope and a sincere belief in all men
There would be no need to bury them in dark, cold holes
Where no life could possibly spring from their loved thoughts
Wouldn't ever feel a need to lock them away either

What does a thief gain?
Unfortunately even the most ignorant
Vile and irresponsible idiot can gain from dreamers

How?

By aligning or shadowing those innocent, child-like, free and naive
That have proved to be gifted in any area
Stealth like and patiently they wait for an idea
Or gift they have no right to claim
Consuming and copying whatever has been offered up by those still free enough
Inside to dream

When?

Every moment, every second day in and day out
Throughout mankind it will never end for those selected few who have been chosen
Or bestowed the honor

It is a fantastic and horrid breath that utters hope
That this love should be shared
Not raped or stolen?

My wish is not to punish the thieves
But simply be given a chance to dream or not

When I die, I feel it won't be from another's sword
But by the unstoppable heartbeat of dreams

My own?