Dreams

Dreams seam the parts of my mind that wander too far into disarray.

Fleeting calling me to be much more than i am.

What is a dream in which we are given signs of our subconciuos.

They behold something more.

Lessons to be learned if only to decipher.

The beauty of dreams is we can be anything.

Is it not so that we can not also be anything in this waking life.

A thought pops into my head as i ponder my dreams.

Am i just a dreamers dream.

If i shout should i wake.

But my voice has lost its tone bogged down by the world.

Told to conform so i do.

And my voice too do i lose in this world.