Before the lullaby ends, before the eyes are closed,
My fears ,staying inside, come out and lie disclosed,
My greatest trepidation blossoms in the dreams that I see,
So much it haunts sometimes, that I wish to flee.

"I am seated across the window, gazing at the stars,
Should I keep dreaming I can reach that far?"

Because I am not sure, if my dreams are real,
Maybe another minute obsession, another joke concealed?
If I choose to chase would it be a wrong way to go?
Narrower at every step? Misleading as I grow?

"I dream as I walk, I dream as I talk,
I am day dreaming  always, never looking at the clock.
Should I stop? Should it cease? Should it not supervene?
Should I forget and move on? Wipe it all clean?"

Shouldn’t I go and jump, If I am supposed to fall anyway?
I will break some bones but at least...freely falling through the way,
And who knows, I might not fall but instead  learn to fly,
And maybe that’s the reason, it should be worth a try,
After all broken bones can heal, and crippled body can work,
But crippled dreams, abandoned and forgotten, becomes a haunting smirk..

*"I am lying on earth, should I look at the sky?
Should I really ever think I could reach that high?
                  What’s the harm in thinking? Dream it anyway,
                  Because if you won’t, it won’t, if you do then it may…"