A times I feel like I am lost, in a world that feels so not my own;
its a wondrous place in my dreams where every bud is mine, and every seed I've sown;
Here love is not lost, the people are beautiful,
A word of care is free of cost;
The sun comes out, bright n shiny and lets the children play;
The moon surfaces at night and lets the folk dance in joy and gay;
As I wake up and come back to reality in a blink:
I lay in bed for a while and then sit up and think;
and this world appears so alien, so aberrant, so gloomy, so aloof;
A new chain of thoughts begins, it blurs my land of dreams and makes it seem like a spoof;
If i were happy my foes will not be;
This is how despair spreads and reality begins its spree;
The world cannot be round if the sun were to everywhere shine;
Is this how into reality we are all entwined?
Maybe my dreams were all wrong, all fake; and true happyness is a fraud;
It cant be so easy to make everyone merry, it cant be so wonderful everywhere and maybe its not so easy to act and play God......