As far as thought walks,
as high as imagination goes,
as deep as love dives,
as personal as an underwear,
‘dreams’ are certainly what is our own.
There’s no prohibition for dreamers,
there are no limits for such strikers,
directing our own feelings,
visualizing our thoughts,
fulfilling our needs,
recalling our deeds,
‘dreams’ do matter.
Seeing far with closed lids,
talking favours with dead tongue,
discovering imaginations,
inventing ideas,
‘dreams’ can be wonderous.
Meeting the lost friends,
talking to passed-away grands,
judging ourselves,
washing off the brain-remainders,
‘dreams’ are really our own.
No rules, no ties… I love dreaming.
Do I???