Dreams too far, too far to reach

Floating in mid air

Not contain, not planned

Scattered they are

Far too bland

Details are needed

Goals are prefered

A way to go or a destination

Can one grab?

What is not to be held

Can one experience?

What is not imagined

Indeed, all in theirs minds

full of exploration

like a kid with an infinite supply of imagination

which slowly fades as they age