What is a dream?
A subconscious wish?
A premonition of things to come?
Or an assessment of things you have done?
Dreams make what you wish come true,
And then by day they haunt you.
They scream the things you don’t want to say,
And show your mind your heart’s desire.
Dreams make life so much more real,
But also they make it so unreal.
Dreams give us dreams give us dreams,
Pushing us onwards towards our goals.
Dreams remind us of what we feel,
And what we know in our hearts to be real.
A dream is a subconscious mindgame,
Making our hearts grieve,
Making us want what’s not real,
Or things that will never be.
A dream can be fickle,
A evil whore,
Making us beg for more.
Overspending our energy and resources,
Chasing dreams which are out of reach.
Dreams can be dashed with one small word,
Or a look, or a tear, or a smile, or a frown,
They can tear our lives apart,
Or turn it around.
A dream is a dream is a dream,
But they seem impossible,
And I don’t know why we have them,
Or what they are supposed to mean.