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.