Differences

Sometimes I wander in my dreams asleep, Finding myself in far off paradisiacal places Full of unfamiliar strange and exotic faces, People who look strangely at me and keep Their distance. Because I am so different Do they consider me a threat or have a fear That I might do some unthinkable if too near? Or do I unaware a subtle message meant In my dreams? I sense the same old tired distrust, For differences neither they nor I can account In life’s daily experiences and cannot discount Or surmount whether in dreams or wide awake, I must.