My World

There are dreams popping up 

In my mind..

Those are real and subtle that 

Is lovely in every sight.

The world I adore and care 

More are the dreams that are 

Secured to flourish more.

Dreams are true and some are vague

But lovely too. 

How nice it is to be in such a life?

Where my dreams are the ones

That makes me feel alive...

The world I escape though

From the real world...

As to believe and keep my hopes high 

I love the world in my life ...

My dreams are my world 

And that is the most inevitable wry..