Dreams are no strangers in the head
i call mine or God-given

am sometimes shown heavenly material
in this, i uncover my eyes  in  the sea of  smiles

on a day i hate the vision forces self
to witness or be inside a nightmare

both the enjoyable and nasty nontangible experiences
never see the light of the day! i miss to share  the good
and survive the effect of the unwanted

the temptation to discontinue my self appointed
dream manager
shoots to the topmost point in me for missing harvesting
the heavenly experiences but how do i avoid meeting
the bad in actuality?

maybe the mind i call mine runs far from
the dreamworld