A Poor Man's Currency

I like to sleep,

In my sleep, my children don't weep

For food, clothes or toys,

My girls are safe from boys,

My wife and I go to those posh places to eat,

I come home in a suit & I bring treats

For my children,

In my dreams we don't live near a bin,

We have our own house,

Where there are no mice,

In my dreams, I have a car,

My children don't have to travel far.

For school & they get trips to all those places

Which they show in movies & they meet all those famous faces,

In my dreams, we eat any and all kinds of food,

And we change phones and clothes according to trends or our moods,

And that's why I like to sleep,

Not because I'm lazy to make it all happen in reality,

But because in my dreams, the world is a little nicer to me,

Because the harder I work, the more I earn,

Because in my dreams, my children's future doesn't burn

Just because they were born to me.

I dream because in my dreams people can actually hear and see,

They talk about whatever is happening,

Humans are human beings,

And that's why I dream,

Because there, I tear up the seams

Of reality and break free,

It seems sweeter, I mean, I maybe poor, but that's my only currency,

So, I dream.