He dreams his hopes when he sleeps.
They come not by themselves, but he chooses to dream them.
His dreams are the reality in another world.
A world filled with possibilities.
Awakened, he finds his dreams gone again.
He lives his reality; one filled with despair.
This life comes to him; he does not choose it.
Belief is what he calls it; forsaken by his dreams.
Asleep, his chosen dreams reveal themselves once again.
He feels no sadness.
He lives within those dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem! Yes, I agree it is necessary to dream, to imagine that there is something else beyond the humdrum reality; sooner or later the dreams are translated into reality and one ultimately gets to live within those dreams.