Rampage Poem by Ragy Sandid

What if dreams were
Appointments meant
To fulfill your wildest fantasies?
You wake up to them
Knowing they're heaven sent
A one shot of remedies.

Then who would be king
And who would be a millionaire
Who would have the jet
And the yacht, the mansion
All the young firm ones they've never met
All this and expected expansion

Who would find love, peace
And harmony with satisfaction
Then go about everyday claiming
The same for everyone around them
Who would be the king of attraction
Attracting all the good in the world maiming
Evil in every track that surrounds them

What love and money were instant
At the wake of a dream with no disease
Or death to damage the deal
What if feelings remained constant
We really had each other to appease
At a time when "fill" falls in for "feel"

Weird world would it be if we became
Carbon copies because of replicated dreams
Who would give them up because of another?
Are we wild in dreams, out of them seem tame?
Do we screen reality's alter version of schemes?
Are we not replacing reality for its twin brother?