They dream to have freedom, Just sleep, eat and do nothing, But then, they meet boredom, Of not doing a thing. They dream to have a red Ferrari, Drive and enjoy the scenery, In reality, they do not even have a lorry, And money even just to eat curry. They dream to go on vacation, Visit all the countries while drinking coffee with cream, And walk here and there as in their imagination, Little do they realise it is just a dream. They want all their dreams to come true, By just sitting on the roof, Waiting God to give them clue, Their dreaming is of no use.