Remember those times
When bad dreams meant monsters
And you would run from them
Straight into your mother's arms?
Then they used to be Exams,
Blank papers and poor marks,
That kept coming back in slumbers.
Do you sleep peacefully now?
Amidst the scary reality of deadlines and toil
Loneliness and unfulfilled desires.
Broken hearts and betrayals.
Remembering those who forgot you.
Loving those who never knew.
Adulting does make dreams come true.
Sometimes they are called Nightmares.
- Suranya