Good to dream

Good to dream

Good to dream

Inside a sixty-four seater bus
Surrounded by no one but everyone
That is bestowed with smiling faces
In their laughter trickles a passion
In their eyes
Flames of happiness crystallises
That rapidly melts me in fullness of joy
My Spirit mind started a journey
Travelled faster than a running bus
With a speed of light
Hovering in the outer-space

Roamed beyond territories
Exploited far above own abilities
Burdens of masked thoughts stripped unclad
Dead weight made easier to be lifted
For long-time now as I can remember
I have a golden freedom of tranquillity
Stolen by the world bubbles of troubles

Back to the world in minutes
Fully energised to fight on
Sleeves rolled up
Never to surrender

It is good to dream
To set a new horizon of life assured
To see the twilight behind the darkness
And gathers the unquenchable fresh strength to
Fly a weightless kite beyond imagination of doubters
When you are at the down-hole bottom pit of life
Dreams pushes you up to another level of a start
Don’t stop dreaming! Don’t stop living….

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