We dream

When our dreams get the better of us

We find out who we are not

Scorn and misjudgment

Blight our perception

Blinding us from what really matters.

As long as we can still distinguish the real and the fake, we can go on dreaming.

The thing that is really bothering is that some of us never wake up in time

Staying trapped in our own abysmal oblivion.

Dawn Un-coloured

And when it finally hit us

The blow so strong we fall

Together with all that we've been holding onto

Into our own manic, mindless states

We ask - How?

Nothing comes without warning

This we always forget and let pass

Realization comes with desire

A habitual thing - to rewind and go back

Always to go back

But by now it should've dawned on us

That there are no shortcuts

No U-turns

For this we often weep

Silently or out loud

The tears still stain.