Dreams

Dreams are for sleep, it's the only time we can take it
The endless chasing of hope, of distractions we've created
Hope there's beyond reality, or even just a way to change it
That maybe there's more to this being, than being forsaken
And that there's a reason for being born, and not mistaken
It's like they're priceless things, with opened eyes we break it
Unknowingly so, and like that, they're taken
If we'd known before we awoke, would we want to be awakened?
Sometimes it's too much, this reality of fakeness, this is why
I stay awake all hours of time, never hoping for a replacement