2 hands

Both hands I been trying to dream with both hands grasping at the wind like wisp that get confused as part of the sky stars, birds, pollen things that seem to fly wondering why one is full doubt and the other tied behind my back by the past wondering why one is full doubt full of things unsaid concerned with things that do not concern you just myself and every situation is different birds fly why not me are my hands holding on tightly to the past am I handcuffed to memories or regrets were I been and what I been through the root of the problem the roots said the problem is we lose sleep to dream we find our selves in the recurring nightmares we find our sins in suffering arms opposite use both hands in the dirt if you can dig it, grind them to the bone swiming through life arms partake in the activity of not drowning we been trying to dream with both hands Sam and Man me on the right, you on the left I dreamed of communication understanding that the purple mountains echoed the ringing of freedoms of all men in a slam like spoken thunder he said his dream was a midsummer nights poem reading , he said he dreamed the sunset would be sienna tonight and time would slow then beautiful we dreamed They would believe in us Come together We will shape history both hands dreaming of what could be real it feels like this could be real this dream Sam and Man dreaming with both Sam and Man Jesus and God's with us who could be ....without us SAM AND MAN Still trying to be still trying to live still trying to figure still trying to understand with both hands I push on with both legs I stand both of us sam and I then reach for the dreams the world making it our own believing in our selves