Dreams

My dreams are the horizon
there's no end to it
I run to catch my dreams
there's no access to it
Dreams act as an illusion
there's no existence of it
Present climbs the stairs of future
there's no meaning to it
Life crawls like a wounded serpent
there's no speed to it
Glory of the life shines like a tarnish mirror
there's no reflection in it
Nightmares become the truth of sluggish life
there's no exit for it