Dream

Anyone knows to have mind’s dream
But no dream is feasible without scream,
Scream of yonder and today mingle,
To cast aside all darkness and dull.

To dream with the subjective is marring
For the progress is impeding,
Impending like anything fake,
No fun to dance and deck.

No life of money, no cigars at hand
Life without money, life of sand,
Heap piling over and over of dream;
No life is feasible without scream.

No life is feasible without scream
No socks and shoes, no ice-cream,
Nothing to eye at things with delight
Ferrari, yacht, riding all but on sight.

No life without man’s sacred dream,
No life is there without silent scream.

Copyright:Welkin Siskin