Dreamless

Oh you who art dreamless
You who shape your life around those you love,
living for purposes of others,
Trying to understand their life and motives,
Assisting them in colouring their dreams,
Loving them with pure emotions.

But you, you who have no dreams.
You drift around like a balloon without a string,
You let yourself be drifted by the seasonal winds,
You are tossed around by the whimsical drafts,
You do not even have a destination,
A homeless spirit with no tomb.

You feed on the happiness of others,
But yet for all the happiness you can create,
You are constantly malnourished.
Isn't it time when you learn to dream, to steer, to love passionately,
To create your own little happiness,
Instead of running away time and again.