a poem about dreams

Heres a lil poem i wrote about dreams:

 

Dreams are as real as they seem

But only from the minds eye they can be seen

Dreams as such are without cause...

Supposedly a replay of something that was...

Dreams that make you fly

Dreams that make you cry

Dreams of cars

Dreams of wars

Dreams of anything from bars to bazaars

Dreams that make a poor man rich

Dreams where a rich man sees his money go down a ditch

Dreams that make you twitch and itch

Dreams of being magical like a wizard or a witch

Dreams that make an old man feel young

Dreams of being somewhere where you don’t belong

Dreams that are right and dreams that are wrong

Dreams of poetry and melodious songs

Dreams of the endless skies that make u feel so free

Dreams about the depths of hell where you wouldn’t want to be

Dreams that make u feel down and depressed

Dreams that bring out memories that have been repressed

Dreams that fill your heart with joy and glee

Dreams that make you jump out and scream

Dreams that let the dumb talk

Dreams that let the lame walk

Dreams that even let the blind see

A world of wonder that is beyond reach

Dreams of torture and pain and all illness that can befall

Dreams of being locked behind a stonewall

Dreams of unrequited love...fulfilled

Dreams where you might end up getting killed

Dreams that bring the dead back to life

Dreams of dark forests and wildlife

Dreams that make u win and succeed

Dreams that show u failure and what you might yield

Dreams are big...dreams are small

Dreams are like taking a big fall

Into the emptiness of a black hole

That has unknown control over your very soul

So many of these so called dreams

But what dreams are really made of...

Will remain a mystery it seems!!

 

:o)