I dream of things that are really good,
But when I wake up, I am in a distressed mood.
Why are the dreams mere imagination,
Our mind falling for sweet temptation.
I dream of earning name and fame,
But in real they are difficult to claim.
They are nothing but dreams,
They flow away just like streams.
I dream and dream of my wish,
Its not gonna be true like a magical swish.
Dreams are a mixture of sweet and sour,
We always see it with a hope of more..
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