Theater of Dreams

At sleep, body and soul can quit
Then meet again when it’s fit.
Conceptions beyond man’s wit,
Eyes closed, another world is lit.
Nightmares and man sometimes meet,
Dreams are where life has no lid.
Sometimes, bid byes, quit your seat.

Dreams for sale and here, they’re cheap.
Here, you sow and never reap,
Should dream your dreams asleep,
You get tips but cannot keep.
Dream on papers, you’ll not weep,
Build castles, not in the sky,
Don’t just pry, test before you leap.

Thomas Tee2emm Bot