Dreams Poem by Sathya Narayana

Don't sleep always and dream of figments nice.
One day the naked truth stands straight before
You and looks deep into your eyes. Those eyes
drive screws up to your brain and hurt your core.

But dreams are sweet and offer promises
So many you always damn wished to own.
They lure and often cure your deep distress
And give solace. That's why to dreams you're prone.

Your musings fanciful, your bright daydreams
And worst nightnares are sloth's some other forms
That make your wakeful instincts numb with streams
Of ugly hopes that shroud you like hailstorms.

Not dreams, but have you visions long and clear
and wrench your muscles for the future near.