. . . . . . . Dreams. . . . . . . . .
Dreams were so heavy
Just my eye lids couldn't hold
So i woke up at the middle of the night
Amid this chilling cold
It was so intense and penetrating
That dreams made me cry
I sobbed being sober
But dreams made me high
Dreams dropped in from the heaven
Settled in my unconscious
Dreams drowned me in my sleep
I rescued myself being concious
Dreams had a spectre of colors
But it wasn't a colourful dream
Dreams had a pallette of joy
But it was so grave and grim
At one moment it was so illuminating
And at the other moment it was dim
Did my dream forged my mind
Or my mind forged a dream?
