Dreams

To the lonely sleepers, I am a shadow. To the hard workers, I am a reprieve. To the young, I am mischievous. I have seen many a man, fall before me and wallow. For I have created worlds, they could hardly conceive. Though to all in this world I am ambiguous. To the lovers, I am bonded connection. To the dreamers, I am a shooting star. To the old, I am memories long forgotton. I cause many in this world to, pause for reflection. No matter what it may be a dream, is no scar.