Lucid Dreams

Lucid dreams

No one could call

The lonely one

An insomniac

You wouldn’t assign

The hopeless one

The post of

“Hero”

Even when they fight

The absence of nightmares.

Because their fear

Lurks not behind eyelids

But behind their stomachs.

Honor doesn't parade the name

Of the confused.

Who are lost in their memories again.

Who cares about bringing a knife

To a gun fight when

Some people

Can no longer even find the fight.

Walls don't talk,

But the ceilings see,

When your eyes are glassed.

But who can afford

Sentimentality

When everyone

Is tired.