Angela Tian

What are dreams?

I do not know.

Maybe I do know,

but when it twines with reality there are only messes.

I see piles of books. Globs of works.

Sucking in the mud of life.

Facing storm from reality.

What are dreams?

Do this. Do that. Done it from your dream.

Is there a relationship between the two?

Dream and reality?

Using the youth to gain the tickets to dream.

What is your dream?

No matter what is the answer,

they come up with a correlation with the tedious around you.

Read this. Write this. Finish this.

Why?

For your dream.

But. What is my dream?

What are dreams?

Become this. Become that.

For money. For love. For happiness.

Dreams imposed by reality.

An exquisite dream weave by surrounding.

Dazzling light shines upon me.

Covering atrocious truth.

Lying under the feeble wonderland.

But is it guilt to unveil the truth?

What is my dream?

Should I devote my life to this glorious land?

Or should I run to the unknown?

What are my dreams?