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