As the world is changing colours
With the mystic blue moonshine,
The day is saying goodbye to us,
And the night is yours and mine.
Now is the time to dream of seas
Of mountains and vibrant woods,
Now is the time to fly with wings,
Stretching 'em as far as you could.
Its time to dream the friends unknown
Or face the worst nightmare.
Its time to face the vast blue sky,
And meet sun's blinding glare.
Its time to be your own Sindbaad,
Or Alibaba or Aladin.
Its time to conquer countries which
The world has never seen.
Its time to walk down lanes, by lanes.
And find the smallest caves.
Its time to dream of heroes
Who are sleeping in their graves.
Its time to sing your own songs
That you didn't have the gut to write,
And see the world loving them,
And see you win their fight.
Because its the nighttime dear,
Painted with blue moonshine.
The dream is ours to live before dawn,
The night is yours and mine.
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PoetryStupidoscope is a collection of my weirdly stupid poems. They are written with no thoughts whatsoever. If you still like them. Let me know. And if you don't then please please definitely let me know.
