Oh, where the dreams come from,
For what causes water to flow through the eyes,
Never smile with lips.
Memories drifting in empty, noisy
Then dreams are created,
Like greener forest
Brings happiness,
Sometimes sleep breaks down,
The blindness of the nights
Heart goes shadow
Sometimes.
We have dreams of sleepiness
The Paths We Go
Take the memories.
An interesting,contemplative literary piece.
Reflective and loaded with emotional images