Dreams are not Dreams
In between my thoughts and hopes, lie my dreams,
They cloud my mind with fantasy and fear.
Confused and wishing they come true, it seems
as though I’m almost there, horizon clear.
In all my selfish wantoness I find
the truth is not so selfish afterall...
Since all the magic came from deep inside,
the others are just staring at the wall.
Eventually I know it will be real
and the fogginess of daydream will leave.
For dreams are what I am and what I feel
no matter how difficult... I believe
that in the end I’ll sparkle with a smile,
he’ll kiss my cheek, holding hands all the while.