Dreaming of Reality

Dreams, can they be what you want them to be? I mean dreams when you think,not dreams when you sleep, or, are they one in the same? Is the air that I breathe equivalent to those with fame or those gay, or those with pain having clothes as plain as feelings! knowing both are supposed to change.(Clothes Like Feelings, Changing/ Im The SAME ME !) People make bad choices with a focused brain, not pay-ing attention to the rain-descendin'. I mean, vision blurred. Ive dreamed of my vision being heard, but I can't decide;if dreams are real or simple thoughts that deprive us of what we need to feel- perspicacity. I know I need to heal but let's keep it real my heart freezen still. I blame trust issues. the-friends I don't have say: "John there's no trust in you". heart misused, came with a couple tissues. but I'm not trippin'. really it's nothing but a thang. I think I'd like to love, but people love to change.and people love the pain so I stay feeling strange,praying God making games cuz young Ace learned to play. And young Ace learned to pray. When life ain't what it seems, cuz life ain't but a dream, but for me, dreams come to life when mics are inbetween. I tell myself eyes open/ go to sleep! Pay attention to the thoughts but lose track of what you think-because,if you don't, you're living in the past; gonna remember dad; cold world december never pass. But life- I dream about this unreal reality. Just to wake up and try to live life casually. How am I doing?