Monday, May 17, 2021

the dream

Sometimes you come to me in my dreams. Sometimes I see folks that have crossed my paths. Sometimes I see what could’ve been. Sometimes I wake up before my dream ends. I think of our past and sometimes wonder if that was a dream. The happiness, it was real. The sadness, it was real. Sometimes I think about what happened what could’ve changed, what could’ve been different…and then I wake up from the dream and remember, the past is gone and all I have is the perception of the past, of the feelings, of the lost, of the gained, of the regret. The time we can’t get back, but we have to keep pushing as long as we are beating…we can still have dreams….they can still come true. 

"Our truest life is when we are dreams awake." Henry David Thoreau