As the arc of the rainbow
Paints the most banal sky,
Dreams add colour to our mundane life
Till the day we breathless lie.

We chase dreams for most of the time,
Well aware that they may never be real,
Yet in all our dreams that keep us going,
We strive to look for something real.

We cherish our dreams and hold them dear,
For it is in us that they are conceived,
But the secret of delivering them
Is the work of fate and luck indeed!

Dreams have such a hold over us,
At times they seem too much to cope,
But dare we to give them away,
For they fill our life with so much hope.