I have no control on my dreams
They are as colorful as they are grey
Absurd many times
Awkward sometimes
I wonder at the
Bizarre shades of my
Subconscious Self
I don’t want many of
My dreams to come true
Because they make
No sense and nothing but nonsense
It is much better
When I sit relaxed and serene
In a solitary place and imagine
What I want and
What I wish
They rejuvenate me
While the absurd dreams
Make me depressed
And shameful
So
It is better to be awake
Than slipping into
Stupid slumber and dismal dreams
