MERE DREAMS

We are mere dreams in the illusion of life

Though the dreams may be different

They are just dreams in this weird illusion of life

While the dream may be magnificent

That too must end; just as a nightmare must,

For after all, we are mere dreams

That one day will certainly turn to dust

While the illusion of life or reality as it seems

Is just a transient illusion, we call our life

And when the dream goes bust

We awake to find we begin a new dream so nice

And that our illusion is what we deserved the best

So let us enjoy our dreams until we can, with spice

For after all, we are mere dreams in the illusion of life