the dream in reality

one night, like graphite,
dabbed in the moonlight
I was born,
born to the real life

the thought was beautiful
it made life cheerful,
and i was the reason
for the passion

I was the dream,
the reason for someone's being
in my naivete,
they were happy

huh! and they tried to realize
That was the day
which destroyed
my piousness , my truth, my reality

And so they had to pay.
They said,
I was meant to be true.
they should have known,

dream is not the truth.
I feel pity on the beings

each day was their day to suffer
they should have not bourne
into tht path to savor
I was where I was meant to be

should I laugh?
should I cry?
I dont want them to try
I know it is all futile
why can't they live in the happiness
of the pie in the sky?

And days passed
they continued
I dont understand ,
what strengthened their hopes

I wanted to explain,
I was meant to be dreamt
not to be wasted
in the acts of those imprudents

What!
does it look like this when am alive
they have given me the life
I have witnessed their troubles
they did it for me
and finally landed to this reality

should I laugh?
should I cry?
I never wanted them to try
but now I want to lie

and to recognize
That i exist in the light
I wanted to destroy
the faith which I
never wanted to descry

Dreams can live in reality
and I have come out of my anxiety.