Wish To Dream. Poem by Ritika Abrol

Dusty recesses of my mind
Awash with thoughts I do not need
Dusty recesses of my mind
Brimming with dreams I can not seed
What are those darkened edges
Which make it all seem so true
When I cant sight the difference
Just the way dreamers do

When it feels my day and night
Hath no difference but of illume
When my arduous dreams hath 
Daringly my reality consume

When I cannot myself assure
Whether am asleep or in wake
Eccentric dreams rise and sculpt
Their way out of the hypothesis

Am I just asleep or a dreamer at work
Trying to seed these fanciful dreams
Which come, cannot go 'cause they've
To emerge as real or does it just seem

  
Is it that darkened edge
Telling me all is possible and true
And I can't sight the difference
Just the way dreamers do.