Dreams,
Can be the best memories,
The best creations,
Or the most dreadful thought.
They can bring happiness,
Or make an evil plot.
But every time it ends,
I forget who I met in wonderland,
I forget who the ice cream gulped,
I forget who the popular star I was.
In my dreams I think about the witch who is near my window,
Or the witches,
The woman from the ring.
But the weirdest things appear in those dreams,
The volcano erupted and Tom and Jerry characters flew.
I can’t shout in my dreams,
And it seems,
As if I am drowning.
New dreams appear,
And old ones keep erasing.
It’s a thought you are chasing,
But you won’t be able to catch it ,
Because it flew to never land.