What is a dream?
A gift to ourselves...so it may seem.
A break from reality is what we really see.
A granted wish that may never be.
Illusions of happiness we long to feel
That are stripped as we wake...and never real.
Dreams help us live then they're taken away
As we open our eyes to the light of day.
Dreams are like lies to which we are drawn.
For when truth is known, what we believe is gone.
Nightmares can haunt us but why should we care?
There's nothing to fear, we're not really there.
Nightmares, they end...we're okay and glad.
But when dreams disappear we often feel sad.
Dreams leave us hanging, reaching for more.
Struggling for wings...wanting to soar.
Why do dreams do such terrible things?
They let us fly, then strip off our wings.
Why tease ourselves, our hearts just pretending.
Why do we dream when there's no happy ending?
