My Dreams big and small but only some drive my passion not all.
I am dreaming here and now, creating wonders out of no where.
The night is endless world to be painted and I am its Picasso, its Leonardo.
Without the macabre inspiration from Laden’s and Osama’s dream of freedom, fulfilling the intellection of my family’s dreams.
There am standing taking all the blames for my master pieces crafted by my never ending fantasies beautiful than TAJ, higher than Everest.
But on somber nights these dreams haunt me, breaking my will of fire before the agony of brutal world making me alone.
That is how I learned the art of management in the world of disastrous dreams.
Still waiting for the dream that never comes, my dreams are beginning of my end.