Here I m in between the world of fantasy and dream
where there is no real world and nothing like its seem,
everything is made of imagination and dream
could easily vanish when someone scream,
ma days runs with imagination and ma thought
where there's jumble of things and words,
m lost as everyone says
m dumb as everyone complains,
m walking alone into the path
where there's no specific destiny ,
its dark and expands automatically
and I walk till I don't find ma things,
which I love and really want to have it
things comes flying around me,
feels like they are making fun of me
and I play with it till I don't grab it,
yes I caught it and m happy
but when I feel it ,
it is only ma fantasy
where there's nothing like reality,
everything are made of imaginary
and with few pieces of broken hopes
dream which never meant to be appear
hey ! Shit m still lost in somewhere
where there's nothing else .
