Some days when I get up in the morning
I remember my dreams -
Flying in the air
Running away from realities.
Other days I see you
Sitting in my lap
and I embracing you, kissing you
Loving you a lot.
Am I living my dreams that
I could not live in reality?
I do not know.
But I would love to wake up everyday
not remembering my dreams
to have a fresh start in my life
or better never to wake up ever from my sleep
for I do not want to live an unfulfilled life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dreams are indeed a luxury. And a temptation too. I liked this poem, and the undercurrent inside it. Nice 10