I dreamt my life being sorted,
And I wished to pause that dream,
But the time could never be frozen,
Or the stream that changed its course.
I dreamt of clear sky,
And stars that could brighten my night,
But the dream got suddenly clouded,
And the tears began to pour.
I dreamt of greeny garden,
And bees that buzz on flowers,
But the dream turned pale and scarlet,
For came the season of fall.
I dreamt of lands without border,
And wars that needn’t be fought,
But the dream turned into a nightmare,
As cannons began to be launched.
I dreamt of having a dream,
And running behind it to win,
But the dream remained a dream,
Cos, in my land it’s a sin to dream.
I dreamt of men without disease,
And sadness that could be cured,
But my dream at once got plagued,
As I slipped into the sleep of death!