Dreams
I close my eyes to block
out the madness,using sleep as a shelter from the sadness.
I drift into another realm, a world away from my own;
It seems as if I’m outside myself, like a twilight zone.
I’m free from the madness, pain and the sorrow, free from the world that I help
create…so I dream.
I can be anything I choose
to be, go anywhere in the world if I choose, accomplish any feat I desire and
never lose. I never want to return, but then that would mean death;
Eternal sleep in an everlasting illusion in my last breath.
I want to live…yet I dream.
I dream to pretend, to
visualize the world and my life as it could have been. I dream to not face the
suffering of others, the innocent that have become casualties; I dream to not
face reality…still I dream.
Dreams are but mere bubbles we build to float all our pains away, then they
burst and our pains fall back to earth, and where left to deal with REALITY…and
why we have Dreams.
By Toby Davis-El 09/14/03