The Dreamer

thedreamer

 

When will you make your dreams a reality?

Perhaps when the stars align?

Or maybe when pigs begin to fly?

The tick tap of your sole

The irrelevance of time…

How will you make your dreams a reality?

Through the twiddle of your thumbs?

The unprecedented magic wand,

That leaves all fair and benign?

A cryptic fantasy

Where the restless dreamers never die

 

And in the stillness of the night,

Answer me this – without quiver;

What is the dreamer’s reality?

 

© Mena B.

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