Silent dreams,
My silent dreams….
No one knows,
They are the dead trees.
Like a river
Long gone,
Erased from history
None to mourn
As against rule
They are not sad
I enjoy their demise
Makes me less bad
No trumpets
No glory
Mediocre is the road I tread
And I don’t feel sorry
Divinity
Is but an illusion
A fake disguise
A false sensation
And yet,
The flights of fantasy
The pleasures of the dream
Dwells deep in secrecy
