Real Dreams
A drop of rain rippled down my hair
A drop of blood oozed through my tear
I drenched in thoughts of uncanny fear
I closed my eyes with the vision of a seer
I wished to untrap tragedy behind a cheer
I wished to be a messiah of God
I wished to battle against all odd
I wished to propagate uncynical thought
I wished to cater people in times of need
Like a man of prowess shining in his deed
I opened my eyes to melt the barrier
Between what I am and what if I could have been a savior
All the heroism I portrayed in my fantasized sphere
I wish I could make them real
Like the drop of rain falling on my hair
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