Utopia.

I dream of a world where everyone can walk the streets without fear of losing their things to strangers.

I dream of a world where literally, we reap what we sow.
Where farmers, carpenters and all sorts of laborers that work all day get as much as they've given through blood and sweat;

and where.. Well, those sitting in expensive, comfortable chairs inside air-conditioned rooms get only as much as the effort they give to flick their wrists to sign their expensive signatures on paper.

I dream of a world where fairness and justice is not so far away. A world where these two words are not just concepts used when the election spirit is in the air.

I dream of a world where there is equal opportunity for abundance and success.

I dream of a world where the color of your skin does not dictate your destiny; a world where the praises of faith that you chant does not give reason for others to assume that you can cause harm.

I dream of a world where the true kindness of man has no reason to not manifest; a world where man, as naturally kind as he is, does not ever have to face circumstances for him to resort to committing sins against his brothers and sisters.

I dream of a world where expression of one's self is embraced with compassion; where individuality is respected and delighted in as it should be because it is the core of every human being.

I dream of change.
I dream a utopian dream.
I dream, I dreamed.
And I will continue to dream.