Dreams

I enjoyed each bit of it

devoured it with ingratitude

some say ignorance is bliss

and I sure was one

never thought what if it was not

for a dream is a dream

If I had a choice

I would believe it was a dream

because dreams have this thing

they make you believe

they can come real some day

Now when the damage is done

and the realization profound

the scars and marks though covered

still lurk around

I wait though I have heard

that dreams once dreamt

come back is absurd

but for I am a believer

and hope is not what I lack

I am sure the day would come

when the dream shall come back