It Was A Dream
Most of the time I find it hard to sleep.
Then again, black out into a dream.
Soon awake and lost something I couldn't keep.
It was a dream that is denied in realty.
It was a dream that I find it hard to sleep.
It was a dream that I couldn't keep.
Mesmerized and illusioned.
Doubts and judgment got my head polluted.
I couldn't keep my dream and it's outragious.
I lost it because I wasn't couragous.
Without fighting, I regreted...
This poem is about:
Me