How often do we dream,
Of things that seem,
Too good to be true,
A world we'd love to pursue.
But how do we know,
If what we see is real,
Or just a figment of our mind,
A dream that's hard to define.
In this waking life,
Do we all live the same strife,
Or are our paths unique,
A journey that we seek.
It's hard to know for sure,
What's true and what's a lure,
But one thing we can do,
Living each day anew.
