Apr 2017
I had a dream
Of someone telling me of his dreams.
Of how hundred doors exist,
Of thin white paper sheets.
Of how those knobs shine,
Of glittering gold blitz.
Of why he should choose one,
Of how the other doors would be gone.
I had a dream
Of someone telling me of his dreams.
Of how he chose a door
That never exist.
Of someone telling me of his dreams.
Of how hundred doors exist,
Of thin white paper sheets.
Of how those knobs shine,
Of glittering gold blitz.
Of why he should choose one,
Of how the other doors would be gone.
I had a dream
Of someone telling me of his dreams.
Of how he chose a door
That never exist.
And if u wanna know how, let's meet in my dreams.
But, is it my dream or his dream?
Extended stanza
I had a dream
Of someone telling me
Of his dreams,
Of how he chose nothing
Of how his deemed solitude kills his peace
But, is it my dream or his dream?
Extended stanza
I had a dream
Of someone telling me
Of his dreams,
Of how he chose nothing
Of how his deemed solitude kills his peace
