Poem -

Follow your Dream

Follow your Dream

We seem to have lost the light

During the night of gross darkness.

Between worlds nature stands in its might,

Less all of creation would absorb distress.

Where do we go at nights in dreaming?

Often we are woken up just on the verge,

When we are about to inherit something

Of duty with ourselves time has urge.

To finish the thrill when we are not ready,

A beautiful grin stock up in front of the light.

Another Fantasy that has expired too quickly,

The robbery of our inner mind burned out.

In a distant mist continues small series,

Lace pieces of snap shadows left in time.

Like slender cobwebs hung over our lives,

Fears, that holds the future in a frame.

Some dreams stay lost in the history

Old values standing behind the pillars.

Lingering perhaps longer than necessary,  

The phenomenal miracle each person desires.

Hence, in our dreams, we search for ourselves

For we are sure to find it someday ready to go

Somewhere beyond trivialities and tragedies,

Dreams left a path of nature for some to follow.

Follow your dreams and leave the screaming,

Nightmares fizzing out on the zigzag sidewalk.

Tonight, there is another dream coming,

And the inner light is brighter than the dark.

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