Sometimes, when I am alone I think and wonder, What are dreams made of? Your hopes and aspirations Wrapped in a cocoon of thoughts.
What are dreams made of? Your struggles and pain, Stitched together in the fabric of brain.
What are dreams made of? Your past, present and future, Bundled in a bag of desire.
What are dreams made of? Tulip fields and days of spring, Nature's beauty and a bird that sings.
What are dreams made of? Dark ravens and slippery slopes, World of disappointment and dashed hopes.
Dreams can be anything, so can you! Pursue the good ones but discard a few. They can make you either hopeful, Or scared for life, anxious, and dull. They can make you snooze the alarm, Or give you a sleepless night. But, you my dear, never stop dreaming! Aim for stars, keep your goal so high, Always dream big and reach for the skies.
Day 4, Theme: Dreams
This poem is dedicated to the fascinating world of dreams. We remember some and forget many. But, the good ones stay and dreadful ones haunt for long. They say it takes all kinds to make this world. Probably, same for dreams too!
Beautiful 💙