dream while the others are wishing
memories of a dream
is the opposite of today's reality
once a wishful dream
now, a nightmare of the sleepless night
recordings captured
tucked in the corner of your mind
buried, covered,
memories you do not want to remember
events you want to live with
passed by in a blink
as if it never happens
with only a faint memory
as the evidence of your truth
your conviction of the life you dream
slowly shattering
you're trying to recover it
running after it
fixing it
prayed for it
of all the dreamers
of all the wishers
why shatter this dream
asking God
asking that Being beyond me
where to go
who to ask
why?!
are my dreams only meant for sleeping?
can't it be my reality?
shall I just sleep forever to live on my dreams?