Dreams Dreams are the life that I live within, Life is the Nightmare, everyday it begins. So I continue my Nightmare to be, It reoccurs all the time for my worn eyes to see. I see reality and everyday it pretends, To be greater than a dream of which I depend. I see my dreams of those that I contend, Dreams of the future that have no end. When I wake up, I seem to be. . . In a state of happiness, and I'm in pleasant glee. But when I realize what I actually see, I Always become so sad, and then wonder "why me?" Dreaming away my reality to be, Trying to find my own life's key, Aging everyday with all that I see. . . I just wish this nightmare would set me free.