This is What the Dream Looks Like (Tour Life)

Straw mat and a concrete floor, food in the corner from two days before, laundry hanging from a rope through the center of the room – this is what the dream looks like.

Callus hands but they weren’t always rough, sharp words but we weren’t always tough, one thing this life teaches is that, together, we are enough.

This is what the dream looks like, more than a struggle it’s a fight to be kind when you’re hungry and tired, ‘cause you don’t have any right to be tired

when people are coming to forget their problems, and maybe a little of your time could help solve them, maybe a kind word from you would absolve them of the feeling that they’re all alone – though sometimes we all feel that we are all alone – yeah this is what the dream looks like.

Beaten down by the work no one sees, ‘cause it’s always full-on behind the scenes to magnify the glitz and the lights – yeah this is what the dream looks like.

Getting home to see family at most once a year, and never bringing home the glam and the cheer – just wanting to hide in your bed, to watch tv just to get out of your head – yeah this is what the dream looks like.

Feet full of cracks and can barely walk, always falling asleep and so can barely talk, all eyes on you confused why you can’t form a sentence, let alone a thought,

always irritated by the smallest things, ‘cause that’s just what happens when you forget to eat, and that’s just what happens when you’re consumed with the work that you love – yeah it truly is a gift from above.

Straw mat and a concrete floor, kind of looks like the city before, but that place had water and this one you have to go next door,

but next door they have a kitchen and some home cooked food, and a friendly ear to pry out the blues if you choose to forget for a moment – you are not alone in the struggle – yeah this is what the dream looks like.


In other news, I have a new Guest Posting event starting here in May and I am hoping that everyone reading this will participate. It is on the subject of moving From Darkness to Light in your own life and you can find the details here:

It is about sharing your darkest times and how you were able to use it to find purpose in your life. Your words might be just what someone else needs to hear. And in sharing we can all remember that we are not alone in our struggles.

About the author

I am a King without a Kingdom, in a world with many masters, wrapped in the spoils of a jealous heart, and my people’s callous laughter.


  1. Wow Sreejit – the song is truly great on its own, but you really shine when you have a captive audience 🙂 loved it!

  2. I only got a taste of that life, way back when, but your words bring me right back to it. Thank you!

    1. Yeah, was a pretty easy one to write. Later I started thinking of all the things I left out. Maybe I should have mentioned being crammed into buses with too small seats or washing clothes on bathroom floors that haven’t been cleaned in weeks.

    1. Thank you for watching. Still not sure which direction I will take the song in. Just had a country vibe in my head to write the lyrics to but I will have to sit down with my guitar or harmonium to see where I really want to take it to.

  3. Love it. Even old farts like me. You and the voices I recognize in the background are Amma’s Inspiration. Thanks always.
    (Rap always works, but I cant seem to find enough resolution in it)

    1. Yeah, I called it a song in the video, but I just meant that these are the lyrics for what is going to be a song, but right now is just a poem… I miss you too!

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