How do they become our reality?
What do they all mean?
Sometimes I sit back and wonder if I’m the queen and it’s my king
To differentiate between fantasy and reality can be tricky
Like gum left on the bottom of your shoe, it can be sticky
Waking up each day, I have to question
What’s out of my control and what’s in my possession?
At times I wonder if my dreams are based off of something that has already happened
Or if I’m just walking the New York Runway for the first time, high fashion
I believe dreams are an alternate way of seeing things
Almost like picturing a pelican, without its wings
Are they our fantasy or do they have deep meanings?
It’s confusing the first few seconds coming out of a deep sleep
Your mind tries to put the pieces together before it leaps
Into reality that is, because the dream is over
Or maybe it’s just beginning to bud like a beautiful white clover
Dreams are usually pleasant unless it’s a nightmare
You may wake up sweaty and trembling with fear
The hours asleep may affect you when you are awake
It might mix with reality and give you a brain freeze like a milkshake
Dreams may create feelings towards others you never had in mind
Afterall, they do say love is blind
Although, dreams may make you dislike a thing or person you never knew
They may make you hot and red or cold and blue
To dream is to speak
With your eyes closed and body weak
Dream for the future, past and present
You are your own agent, not your dreams peasant