Being Poem by Nikolass Fews

Sometimes it`s not so easy
to believe what our eyes now see,
These worthless dreams and illusions
are kept alive by our last hopes
and all what we need to brake a dream
is sorrowful love with heart that is hopeless.
And there`s no god that could break this law -
only being who has skill to make changes
is that being who creates a fantasy world in his mind,
but thoughts which is flashing in our heads
can`t escape from chains of the reality.
This consciousness is priceless.
Dream about love charms hearts,
illusion of the mind grants hopes
and reality of human crashes it all.