Beware a Dream
When I do dream, I find a well,
Where all the dreams would mix and swell,
A treasure store of hope I find,
Possibilities undefined.
A dream is a thing, but yet, ‘tis not,
At best, it’s nothing more than a thought.
Except for when the dreams come true,
And that is up to me, to you.
We write our dreams within our hopes,
We cling to them like they are ropes.
Our dreams inspire life again,
But crush us, bringing woe and pain.
A dream can be that which you hinge on,
But carefully, else life be gone,
So, brother, sister, heed this well,
This warning is mine, for you to tell.
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