Everything was a dream...

Everything was a dream...

Everything was a dream,
From things of impossibility,
To things of improbability,
All these were a dream.

To all those fantasies,
Which were driven by ecstacies,
Stay away from the shore,
Because you don't exist anymore.

Talk about the shore,
Where all thoughts come in galore,
And now you made a mess of it,
So now the shore has a name for it.

Now in the current flow of the sea,
There isn't much show of the glee,
But there is some great sight,
Of things which are going to be bright.

Everything was a dream,
But now there is an aim,
For things to be the same,
Even if not for another dream.