IF PILLOWS COULD TALK

If pillows could talk

They'd narrate in detail the numerous times you murmured 

Almost silently to yourself

Your daily struggles, your pain and sorrow

They would wake up as soon as you leave to discuss your issues in awe

Lamenting at how you had to paddle downstream

Without any luck in your river of life

On the days you cried yourself to sleep

they would wake up all wet 

Soaked in the tired  tears of a solemn soul

They would be in a dillema

Between the rock that is being sympathetic to your woes

And the hard place of blame towards you for staining their cases

If pillows could read the minds of men

They would tell the endless worries stored in their craniums 

For generations to come

They would tell their pillow grandchildren who would then pass down to their own offspring

If pillows had the power to write 

The stories that men narrate 

They would be the biggest earners in show business

They would pen down bestsellers 

That would in turn be converted to the silver screen

If pillows had Joseph's power to interpret dreams

They would tell of the castles that men build in their sleep

The posh cars they drive

And the damsels they get to bed every night in their minds

And woke up to the dawn of a wet dream

If pillows could talk.