Dreams, aspirations what make thee
The life’s sole push that drives and moves
What all we want endlessly remains the key
The beauty, intricately woven shapes the path.

The dream, the vision of an unknown life
The subconscious instruction speaking uncontrolled
Burning the fire withing, incessantly without strife
The will burns, changing future of everyone felt betrayed.

As one speaks, dreams change me,
Going with the flow desired, willed;
That which is everything shall move and satisfy thee,
This hope shall not fade away even if now killed.