Dreams

It might be vivid with feelings,

Or blurry with questions,

But all, are the same.

As they show erratic beings.

 

It might be bright lights to guide us through our lives,

Or maybe to show us misfortune and misery,

But all, are the same.

As they show us endless archives.

 

Try to remember what happened in your head,

But always be let down when you don’t,

Because all, are the same.

As they show endless scenes until we are dead.