When will you make your dreams a reality?
Perhaps when the stars align?
Or maybe when pigs begin to fly?
The tick tap of your sole
The irrelevance of time…
How will you make your dreams a reality?
Through the twiddle of your thumbs?
The unprecedented magic wand,
That leaves all fair and benign?
A cryptic fantasy
Where the restless dreamers never die
And in the stillness of the night,
Answer me this – without quiver;
What is the dreamer’s reality?
© Mena B. 2017