Dreams are a source of strength,
A weakness
String of hope- reaching out for things
Beyond the now of reality.
Don’t let those reveries
Just fall to the ground
Like wasteful trash.
These hopes,
Bits of pixie dust,
Swirl around your head for a reason
Don’t let them go,
They’re not wishing to crumble.
If you’re not asking to be like
Sandcastles along the turf
After the high tide sweeps on it,
Then hold on tight
Few wish for what remnants of hope there may yet be,
To be swept back into the sea.
