Thursday, 26 December 2013

Sleep

What is there
behind the wall of sleep
that take away my fears
fear of alone and despised
fear of being hurt by unknown eyes

a fraction of second
drift me in that world
unknown to me

I'm alone there
trying to catch
what I don't have here


I run but don't get tired
I fly but don't have wings
I'm loved by everyone
I'm my own-self
in my dream world
sometimes I'm huge
other second tiny

I meet snow white
and her dwarf friends
I shake hands with billionaires
I hear poems of Shakespeare
everything seems real
though just present in my dreams

why I love that fake world
which disappear every time
but it goes away
with a promise
that it'll cherish my memories
when ever I'll come
behind the wall of sleep

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