I shadder awake!
Eyes attentive as if
The opposite were punishable.
The dream has solidified into reality.
I quickly count the zeros,
Exhausted as I count the last one.
The cursive writing as in the dream-
The writing of gods.
I look deeply into my own soul,
I see infinite more possibilities,
With the mind and heart finally
Unified enough to inspire a poem.
I see haters in a stampeed
To climb up the tallest of buildings.
Those who believe in me stand
Wowed as I buy them (the buildings).
I can now look into others’ eyes
Without blinking first.
I can now look at my worries
And see nothing.