Dreams are so natural,
so vital to my very being,
but just last night,
the woe of the tale,
that's for sure,
is that I couldn't get any dreams.
Dreams are my inspiration to my tales,
to where the victor gains the spoils,
where splendor meets glamor.
Dreams pull everything together,
the very foundation or core of my stories.
And when dreams cannot be produced,
then there are no stories
that can be created.