Dreamers are in a world of their own
They even have dreams they can postpone
Lives now and then may be up in the air
But most dreamers have their own way
Dreamers are sometimes afraid
They may wake up in reality one day
And they wouldn’t know what to do
When everything seems so far away
When I dream I dream within my reach
Illusions are nice but only there to inspire
And when I dream of something new
I do what I can to make to it come true
Even when I write I write only the truth
I find comfort releasing them when I pen
There are no secrets lurking inside my den
Within my writings they seem to find a hole
I may not be a poet or a writer
But I am a candid blogger
I only write what I think and feel and
Most of the time I am not even dreaming
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem