Dreamt a lot of dreams

Some were nightmare

Some were delusion

& saw myself old with white hair.

I saw

How I fell down

While in critical condition

Saw my head with a beatific crown.

I cried one night

The pillow supported that I'm right.

That pillow

Became my motivation

After my every failure

It taught me I'm my own creator.

I must say

A good cry always makes away

Beatrice my betrayals

& success is my portrayal.