Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Where Are My Dreams


Where Are My Dreams

There is a question no one asks
Maybe they don’t want to know
Maybe they don’t really care
But I want to know
While you are sleeping
Dreams fill your head
Created by a still active mind
When they finish and your eyes open
Where do your dreams go
Are they lost forever as if erased
Or is there a place where dreams are saved
Stored for us for another time
Maybe when I die my dreams will return
Almost like the movies I used to watch
At least I hope that I will see them again

Especially all of the happy ones

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