My Future

The outer layer of my dreams Are taking me Toward the desert, To build and ancient town; I will called the Republic of love. In this town, the only religion is love Bearded people are clowns, and Children are gods, Men and women are racing and competing for fun In this town, art and literature works are the only goods You should be proud of. In this town, Fear is an abstract natural painting Drawing by the gods Hostility and war are a poem fighting for its birth. In the Republic of love, if you sow a tree You are eligible for love. The bottom of my dreams Are clear and firm, They are taking toward Eileen.