Dreams

MY DREAMS

Dreams-innocent dreams-like white clouds,hovering over my mind

Without these the world seems so void

Of course they're stupid,no real purpose they show

far from ambitions,as simple as brook they flow.

People say they're a waste of time

but dreams ring in my mind as sweet as chime.

Though unreal;they anchor me during turbulent waves of mistrust & betrayal;

They save me from worldly acquaintances of purpose.

They don't demand anything from me-Unconditionally they give me joy.

MY DREAMS ARE MEANINGLESS TO WORLD 

AND

WORLD IS MEANINGLESS FOR THEM.

All I can say is that

my dreams make me what I am;

whether it's real or imagination.......