Dreamy Happiness

On a beautiful day, a thought struck me astray,

What if, I thought, all my dreams were my reality today;

The thought gave me tremendous joy,

As I imagined all my dreams 'Ahoy',

Just then another thought stuck me nigh,

Like a mighty cloud covering the sky,

It said that if all dreams were reality,

Would life be life or a joyless banality.



The sun feels best after the snow,

The food tastes best, after hunger galores.

So true joy isn't in just our dreams fulfilled,

But, in our struggle to get to those dreams fulfilled.