My soul filled with cheer of colours
The cold breeze against my body
See where has it brought me?
Blown me away from my self
So far so, far I have come away from
Where I was.
What is this dream?
What is this hope?
Where has it brought me?
Why has it brought me?
No matter what may be the reason,
But one thing is sure,
That I like these feelings
I like the way it made me feel
I like the way it blows me off my self.
Can I ever stop the way I feel now?
I don't know, perhaps I'll never know.
Are dreams only to dream?
Or are they holding some hidden truth,
That never seem to reveal it self
But rather a reminder that alerts us
Of what we own and what we don't?
Be it whatever
The truth is,
Dreams, are there in us
Colouring each part of us, and
Forms us of what we are.
I like these colourful paintings,
Dream has given me,
For I like the cheer
As I embrace the cold breeze
That dreams has brought me,
Everywhere in my soul.
