Even dreams are not free

For every dream there is a price That may be of the value equal to The nights and days, filled with Continuous miseries and breath of sigh. It may demand consumption of Very self of you, it may ask for Rebirth of you, though nothing of these Is a piece of cake, but it is inevitable. Don't you know about the dream of God He saw a dream of an ideal being, just and right. He procreated that with so much pride And now that being is his rival The man who God created in his image, now want his throne, but still God is the obsessed with dream. Because God knows For every dream there is a price.