Dreamer of Dreams


Is it worth it?

All the weird, odd looks

The disbelievers constant scrutiny

What's the point of dreaming

When all you can do with your dreams is dream them?

Before the lucky ones butt in

As if their opinions were even asked

And tell all they want to say

In a dead, cold, silence

So why even bother dreaming

When all you can do with your dreams is dream them?