Dreaming Till Death

Shadows are searching My footprints nowhere May be I am dreaming The dream of somewhere. Let's count with me till ten The dream of a writer, Imagination of a pen I know quite curious you are Well, try to listen me please pretty good audience you are. Ok Let's start with a simple name Where regret ,without a single pain Are we all still dreaming, The dream of richy flame Preaching for every single game Still marathon has an end But Laugh buddies We are same with new claim of blame I know each one has a collar white Washed twice looking shiny bright But what about the black spots Where no one looks nor even stops Are they are not the part of plain Or they are simply the trash of rain Oh sorry , I forgot That Black spots still has a vain Looking in to the dream Something really fascinates me May be it's a rush or fear of morning A morning where no birds are chirping Nor even a single tree is still whirling The grandeur of doomy annoyed Are we are building the development Or the development building the void Sitting on chair no one knows the fear The sounds of death that no one can hear Does the peace lost his identity or its name Or the blood flowing just for the sake of fame But The clocked has clicked , your time is over Please wake up the beautiful morning is still sober Have a tea ,Dont worry for a change Alas , the writer is still dreaming till death ,waiting for change.