Crayon Box Dreams

My mind is home to millions of my dreams, The way a box holds colorful crayons, Little ones that are bursting at the seams, To the biggest ones I need to pray on. The happy ones are all shades of yellow, And the saddest ones are colored in blue, Even though most of my dreams are mellow, Some dreams are so big that they block my view. Some of my dreams do not last very long, But some of my dreams I hold very tight, And there are some dreams that feel very wrong, But yet there are some that feel very right. Just like the way crayons fit in their case, Every dream in my mind has its own place.