Dreams

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