Dreams

Dreams What good is a dream evil scheme when falling headlong in a ditch nervous twitch Through a port in a storm one could barely see so sound the alarm; A vision of sorted delegated deception or that of reality transformed, Fantasy/ To dream in spite of the madness To dream in certain gladness, That amidst folly should chill its temporal flame; ~ The entire world today is totally insane/ To dream, amidst the common swell with ease; Enough of cold sweat in your living Hell, A gap between the sullen hard shell; Dreams our built on nothing less then hardship amidst Tossed in a sea with compromise & charity Through nights filled with fright & flight of fantasy Through words filled in timeless plight & shivalry; Dreams will take flight so forget the night, Dreams can be crushed in the midst of catastrophe; The heart will relinquish along with beauty/ Can ultimately realize it's equated heightened reality, Can appreciate the light amidst the darkness ravaged in pain; Can one negate sadness merely looking out of the window pane? Can a leaf sullen in the fragment of one's inner imagination ? Reality...