Our delusions are our dream

We make them what we want to see.

A better world, a better place

With us the change, the saving grace.

Some end up real, most probably not

We all know ours will beat the odds.

Like a rainbow see them gleam,

Approach and watch them turn to steam.

Still we chase them, give our time

The time that quickens as dreams die.

Rarely do they true prevail

The dreams, naïveté curtailed.

Dreams are as biased as we

Wanting what we think we need.

Letting go is hard to do

But better than if wrongs came true.

Instead our dreams let us reflect

The reason why we risk our necks.

Once exposed it often yields

An insight that our dreams concealed.

As we learn from our mistakes

Learn too from dreams and happy make.