Dream

I close my eyes and dream,

dreaming a dream

that never lets me sleep

not that dream

that everyone has while one sleeps.

People say that dreams don't come true.

But I wish to god 'please make it true'.

My faith is shaken.

My heart has broken.

But I still dare to dream.

Waiting for a day when it will come true.

An answer to the people who said it won't come true.

There's Mr.Head on one side, and

Mr.Heart on other side.

They both, to me, keeps on saying and saying.

The word above my head keeps on going and going.

"You'll never reach it", said Mr.Head.

"You can definitely make it", said Mr.Heart.

No matter what others say

I'll follow my heart.

I was dreaming it with all hope 

until I found myself

tied with reality's rope.

A rope that keeps me in touch with reality.

A bitter truth that this world is reality.

Reality that we see with our open eyes.

Reality that people used to say to me me and fight.

Reality biffed my eyes and I opened them.

The bitter truth was now in front of them.

My dream is shattered.

My heart has broken.

And now my heart confronted the truth,

that I was dreaming it with my closed eyes.

Said Mr.Head sarcastically,"Why didn't you dream it with your open eyes?"

My dream is shattered.

My hear has broken.

Oh, my dream! Pity on me.

Oh, my heart! How stupid and kiddish you are, to me.

P.S. It was just a dream in a dream. ;-)