The Fantasy Worker Poem by shveta dubey

The Fantasy Worker



Lying in my room on my couch, is the best feeling i get i can vouch.
when my mind makes up my wonderland, to be a princess or a lead in a band.
To win the whole world, to be everyone's favourate,
i can get whatever i want, as i am the designer of my dreams potrait.
When this half awake and half slumber state goes long,
the link with the sub-conscious mind becomes strong.
When the discovery of new dreams increases,
the connection with the real world decreases.
It must sound like a time killing scheme,
as today no one has time to build these dreams.

The rule says to be practical,
proving these dreams kiddish and illogical.
The innocence is lost to increased arrogance,
as the world is racing with grown intelligence.
But i still like keeping my hair undone,
irritating my siblings is still fun.
These dreams are unanimous when we are young,
but as we grow up it chokes our lungs.
So we cough it out to take in new knowledge,
as our minds grow up from high school to college.
Lying on the couch and dreaming carelessly,
playing around and screaming uselessly.
When we did what our heart said,
without any fear pf the boundations set.

But the rule says to be serious and practical,
proving these thoughts kiddish and illogical.
The innocence is lost to increased arrogance,
as the world is racing with grown intelligence.........

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