Dreams, Dreams Poem by Antony John

My dream is my genie
because
dreams make
my dreams come true.
Where the eyes
see the light though they
thought they'll only see the dark.
And the body feel
something or somewhere
that was far from their reach.
From thinking and thinking
can help you experience
even if
it is pricy
it is far far away
it is time-consuming.
A dream is a ticket
to anything you want.
Even if you know
you won't really get it.