Dreams
DREAMS
Dreams are not what I see when I sleep
It’s what keeps me awake when others sleep
It makes my foamy bed stronger
With the trigger to achieve them hither
I see a candle lit by the corner
Looking up to the ceilings
which I cannot reach out to
With villains cry dangling in my ears
Hence I listen to the words of my heart
Fierce darkness encrypts my eyes
Goose bombs rent my body
Retrogressing out of the company of fear
I am challenge by the melodies of my dream
Which rings in my head like the sound of strings
With a reanimated spirit I sail
To produce realism out of my dreams
Then I recall that dreams come true
when the day is tomorrow
Darkness makes me more appreciative of sight
As silence thought me the joy of sounds
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