Living a dream

From a good dream, I dove into another.
Some time later, no discernible
If I was dreaming when I woke up
Or, at the moment is that I slept.

Which of those two dreams I dreamed?
What, in fact, of those, I lived?
Stopped, I questioned .... l not complained,
because both were good. Then smiles.

I spent this joy, to seek
Reasons for the mania, which I set myself
From every day, I Go enjoy

Thus, waking up smiling,
Knowing that the best is not dreaming;
the best is to make life a dream.