This is an old drafted post, but I wrote from my heart and it means much to me.
What if senseless dreams made sense to me
What if I believed in my dreams
What if they labelled me Tree huger
What if they labelled me Crazy
Would I care ?
And why would I care
They are fake, my dreams are real
They are not as they seem
They are not a part of my dreams
Leave me be
People and Objects are not the source of my happiness
I’m Happy, Let me dream..