Dreams are complicated things.

You don't know what's real

And what's fake.

You don't even remember what happened

In that lovely dream last night.

You remember the bad ones

Storing them away for another time.

Waking up

In a cold sweat

Out of breath.

Or waking up


Full of life.

Dreams are strange things.

You dream

Of what you want.

Of what you hope for.

Of what you wish would happen.

You dream

Of what could never happen.

Of what you are scared of.

Of what you hate.

So how can dreams be lovely?

They can't be true...

Or can they?

You can hope

You can wish

You can dream.

But until you work for it

Dreams will never become reality.

Dreams will never happen.