Vagabond

I am a vagabond 

In the world of dreams.

I dare to dream,

But, before catching them

They completely reject me.

Sometimes, I leave them knowingly. 

Being a moody dreamer

A bit of this dream, 

A bit of that dream,

I swivel in between many dreams.

They clash with each other,

Clatter and shatter in grief.

Being a vagabond, I watch 

Them falling from the sky of hopes

To the pits of anguish.

A complete hell,

My dreams die, 

And I move on.

I am a vagabond...