January 15, 2016January 15, 2016

I Dream Often.

I dream often

some being good in all

I feel happy.

I dream often

some turn bad in all

I feel sad.

Good and bad

make us happy and sad

as it has.

Let us not

be overjoyed or be desperate

by the ways.

Happy and sad

are abstract terms in all

not being virtual.

Be with them

as they come and go

not too often.

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