Shadows Of My Heart (poetry from the soul; for the soul)

Dreams

In my bed I lie,

Awaiting a picture to stay,

From fragments of memories,

Some I thought was never there.

As they start as they end,

Each one so vivid,

Yet nothing but a blur.

It has to be a dream,

And it is,

For only things so real are dreams,

For people are never themselves,

Fake.

My eyes close,

But my mind opens, 

Welcoming a world of dreams,

Limited potentials, wonderful ides.

Then the morning comes too quickly,

I open my eyes and there is light,

But I've never been so blind, 

Welcoming the world of reality,

In which I fight for my dreams to be taken,

But they are never there.

They are too tangled in the bed sheets,

Too dormant in my mind.

How can dreams become reality,

When the two seem so far apart?

When the world frowns upon imagination?

When the harsh realities of life make it hurt to dream?

How long will we live life so dull?

Confined to boxes,

Limited potentials,

Narrow minded thinking.

I will NOT.

I cannot help but dream.

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This is a really old poem but I wrote it on a paper and misplaced it. So luckily I memorised a lot of the verses. I had to add in some lines however, I hope you can relate and enjoy.