Dreamlands aren't indifferent..

When the dreams set sailing,
Above the grass fields and metro railings,
I do ponder about my thoughtful lines,
About what is mine and what isn't mine!

Oh thine goodness,
Thine spiritual connection does commute,
In-touching my heart's essence,
In all bravado and repute.

I meet them, their hearts are up for grabs,
Their thoughtful lineage that subtends,
To reach me the strength, to my dreamlands;
I know, my journey is in its motion;
However deplete it may sound to the outside world,
It's about the within me that speaks,
And listens along with them,
Their hearts, their dreamlands.