Ishita Mehta - Dreams

Dreams,
They are just stories my mind narrates,
Keeping me entertained,
As i'm asleep, unconcious
Still unaware,
Of what my mind will tell me today.
Even the best can be the worst
'Cause they won't last, they'll be lost'.

Maybe, not even remebered,
Few days along the axis of time.
Of course, the power is inestimiable,
Speech of mind is remarkable.
Sometimes we wonder,
What did that dream mean? Ponder.
Signals my own mind is sending my form.
Attempting to re-coordinate at dawn,
It's absolute freedom of speech,
Either entirely personel or somewhat bleak.

Even though most are lies, just lies,
Attraction rests in indefinite.
Are'nt some things are just better untold,
Like private thoughts mind unfolds?

Ishita Mehta

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