The Dream That Never Sleeps

What aspect does not make me human? I have dreams aspirations emotions but most of all dreams. So many dreams but others fill the room Of other people, their owners expand and shout and shove them outside, They float over rooftops kissing the moon goodnight. I close my eyes as their outside voices they are just too much to bare, My heart beats and lungs expand Cover my ears over their shouts, It leaves my ears ringing, Muffled voices but no one is heard, there are many dreams, they don't even feel human anymore... Dreams floating over rooftops Scraping against the floor hidden beneath cupboards and who gets to say which dream stands above the rest? Each has a beating heart with lungs that expand with each breath. Kept awake each night in the dark unable to sleep... their dream floating farther away or lost in the sea and mist of voices As I cradle mine in my arms, Tight enough to keep it from floating away but loose enough for it not to shatter in my arms.