Dreams that we witness in sleep, ain’t no dream,
Real dream is the one that doesn’t let us sleep.
Only when mindful martyrs work without blink,
Rest of the world has a peaceful sleep.
I have been sleepless ever since I came of age,
Such is the madness of the dream of assimilation.
The thought of rest rarely enters my mind,
No matter how much the climb causes desolation.
No dream comes to fruition without restless nights,
No sun ever rises without first crossing darkness.
No mortal ever turns immortal without self-sacrifice,
No world is ever beautified without martyr’s madness.
Enough with the snobbish nonsense of dream analyzing!
All know sleepwalking, now let ‘em witness dreamwalking!