I write to paint a picture
of my dream today
Just in case my dreams
Doesn’t exist tomorrow.
Every letter
Is a piece of my spirit.
Every word
Is a prayer to be
Without escaping
From myself
While escaping
Within myself
And
The road that follows,
Is bliss
Sometimes I wonder if we are living a dream. If the life we’re living is actually real or if we are asleep believing that the dream is life.
Perhaps that explains why some do not want to wake today