A river called dream

For a thirst that couldn’t be quenched, a man has broken all barriers, that were built in his mind, from his very childhood. He heard all that the preacher had to preach and the teacher had to teach. But while the preacher preached and the teacher taught he let his mind wander into the woods so deep. He found a river called dream and he drank from the river and with new found vigor he started to weave in his thoughts all the memories which had faded like a meaning less dream. His throat had dried at what he had seen in one of those dreams and he felt the purpose why he tried to wander in the first place facing a defeat. Could this thirst ever be quenched? Or should the man with his thirst be lynched.

The man may not repent for his thirst once quenched. He may come back again to the river but with a burden of walking away from all he was taught coz in his mind it is quite a wrong thing to trip and wander while the preacher preaches and the teacher teaches. He is not living for it and not living for anything that could hold him back from chasing his dream. Thirsty if he may feel in the midst of his run he is off late willing to drown in the sea of emptiness that exists in his dream. All the world has spun around and come to a stop and now they stare at him as if he is the one leaving a frenzy behind coz he is dying letting out a scream!