Friday, December 18, 2009

Dreams


I got a pocket full of dreams.

If they were currencies,

I would be the richest that ever lived.

But they are like air,

Intangible.

But they are as important as air.

Without them life has no substance,

Nothing to look forward too.

Every night I dream.

They make sleep pleasurable.

The dreams are made of ice creams and chocolates.

It’s a pain to wake,

But they inspire my day.

If I can make it in my sleep.

I can make it any where.

I will cloth the dreams and make them real.