Dreams are weird
It can make anything become as real as faith
One moment you’re in the toilet grooming your beard
Then suddenly you jump out because the reflection of a wraith
Dreams are the borderline of sanity
For people whose sleep always come in vain
Something to escape from reality
But become a torture when your body and soul are in pain
Dreams are the conqueror of the night
A time that is filled with stories under the light of moon
It turns an insomniac to a swordless knight
While deluding his mind from the foolishness of his poem