Home Of Dreams

I live in a house of my own dreams Every room in my home is filled with one In these rooms, wonders and magic gleams And sadness and its emptiness is gone. Once these rooms in my home never existed Then they were filled with sadness, lies and hate But all those nightmares I happily resisted Realizing happiness and dreaming is my true fate. Now these rooms they are no longer dim Nightmares and fright have all been ejected Thoughts and hopes there, once were grim Now wishing and fantasies is expected. I was truly sad when the rooms were all empty But now all the rooms in my home are full Like colorful wallpaper they are my reality And wherever I go, I alone rule. In one room of my house I am a great writer And in another room I am a Mathematician Then in one room I am again a young fighter And another room I am a old honest politician. My home was once of sadness and regret Dreams were dreamt, but they quickly died away Those days are gone and them I did forget Now in those rooms I laugh and live and love and play.