The Dreamer

Once there lived a little boy,

His name was Becky Roy.

On the bed, when he used to sleep,

In the world of dreams, he used to creep.

In his world, there was no pain,

All were flying through the lane.

In his dreams he was sometimes a king,

And sometimes, a simple human being.

He always enjoyed a dreams a lot,

With the dangerous monsters he sometimes fought.

The dreams of this boy were never the same,

Sometimes reality, but sometimes a game.

The various aspects of life, he used to glance,

Sometimes used to cry and many times dance.

In his world people lived in harmony,

Be it Spain, japan or Germany.

He was always happy to go to sleep,

And would wake up when the alarm beeped.

Sometimes, 'Dreams are bad' was the little boy's seeming,

But his father always said, never stop dreaming.