The 'Thought' and the 'Dream'

The Thought and the Dream tussled hard,
"Who is more dear, who is closer to the heart?"

The thought derided the dream as a dole.
"A mind's senseless wander to a black hole,
A dream is nothing but a hopeless rigmarole"

"You don't have a beginning, the end is unknown,
Your hocus-pocus self, has no reign of its own"

"You just get lucky, you are not a conscious instance,
In my world you would be jeered at for self-indulgence"

The dream stood firm, unperturbed by the thought's sound.
Ethereal as it may be, it held its belief and itself to the ground.

The dream smiled at the thought,
"I respect  you and  your  thought, the thought.
But let's look at it differently".
"While you restrict one's imagination,
I prefer breaking the boundaries bluntly"

"Prejudiced to core, you consciously ignore some bit,
Fortunately i am not blacked out by such an erroneous wit"

"And truly while you encourage the mind to ponder,
I enliven it beyond it's grasp, to imagine much grander"

"Finally, a thought may be much dearer to the mind,
Only because a dream can never be entwined"