Suddenly, I fall asleep without knowing,
I started wooing in little knowledge that,
there is fire on the mountain.
The picture was failed to be captured, because I was capsized into
the palace full of candy,
forgetting that am the king of integrity and dignity
people knew.
They were voices I head at the back of my dream
As much as I slept, scripts of pages were randomly flipped.
They were scripts of consolation and recirculation of what I heard,
But It was not for the rebellion i fought.
It was a rat in my house I knew for the past many decades,
I thought perhaps I would be one of them but it was a precision.
I was abide. Thus, I was split from goats as a sheep,
Not knowing the principle, that circulates
As it goes like, “ blood is thicker than water!”
friendship grew like a frame of a Bunsen,
the bond was as strong as a stone,
And it was unbreakable.
As voices faded, I never knew that I was in another dream of a dreamer.
Again I was lost like a coin, I was no where to be found
As I was a dream chaser, not only that, but a breaker.
The senses came back to normal as i was out in one’s dream as a dreamer,
A picture which was failed to be captured flashed in my mind.
Again the picture failed to be captured,
because of the voices at the back of the dream.
It was an invade, no sound to be recognized because they were tip toes
Of people I intend rarely to know.
I do not think so, if they are the one I saw in the dream, the funny part is that I was in another dream as dreamer .
Maybe it was a rat in my house I intended to know,
Which wiped the beauty of the joy .
