Where The Dreamer Is

There is a place
Where parents raise their children
With no borders
Where things are run
With no corruption
Where life as you know it 
Is not some status on a Tiktok Feed
A place where
To SHARE with others 
The heavy toll of Life
Is not a dirty word
A place where 
Hugs don't need to be posted 
On a street 
Because they are a thing of nature 
They are a thing of Life
Where wombs are beds 
And beds are as comforting as a womb
And kitchens are in the wilderness
And forests and seas
Where jobs are not needed 
But rather they are wanted 
And art is simply the language of nature.
That place is not here 
Nor is it by you
There at your home reading this
This place is in the mind 
Of the DREAMER.