Dreams

With one eye open and one still dreaming, I look for some reassurance that the dream will continue the next time I go to sleep.

How long ago was it when I had a good dream last?

Honestly, I don't remember.

How much joy can a little figment of imagination can bring you, I didn't know.

"I had a morning dream", I hear myself saying "they are the true ones. My dream might come true."

But I know they won't.

For there is a difference between being insightful and wishful.

I am foolishly wishful in my musings.

What is the point of fighting back when the battle is lost?

Stand up straight, not too proud though.

Accept your defeat gracefully.

Surrender the arms.

And be a prisoner forever.

For there is always hope of mercy.

You can breakout of the prison. Or maybe the emperor might set you free.

When the time comes would you leave though?

After a lifetime of imprisonment, why abandon the comfort of familiarity?

You hate your captors.

You are forever bound to them.

They might never let you go and you resent them for it.

But if they do, you lie face down at their feet, begging a little more time by their side.

Its a love hate relationship.

What are nightmares against a dream so happy? A dream so wishful?

For a dream like this, I could sleep forever.