Dreams

What are dreams if no one sees them but you?  If no one believes in them but you?

Perhaps, if they are the kind of nightmares, this is a good thing.  The fear is all your own.  And the absence of buy in all around you tempers their intensity.

If they are the wondrous kind, though.  Oh, what a sad state this could be.  Imagine, the absence of buy in all around you tempers their intensity. 

Is it true we always dream in solitude?  That the very nature of dreaming leads us to a lonely place?  One in which we see the vision so clearly.  Yet, to all others, it is a mirage. 

How do you chase a mirage?  Particularly, when knowing it is so known to be such?  What does it mean to be the one to see a ghost?

To you, the volume is full blast.  To them, just some white noise to tune out.

Only taken seriously when I’m serious.  Hike the safe path, though my feet drag.  No one else minds my shackles.

Be a good girl.  Do what you’re told.  Don’t be silly.  Unrealistic.  Your dreams are just that.  Out of reach. 

To chase a dream is like chasing a butterfly.  It will likely send you on paths away from the crowd.  Forever out of reach.  Willing to go it alone for the chance of one more glimpse. 

Those oh so glorious colors.  Are they real if you can’t touch them?  If no one else is willing to see?  And what will you do once you’ve seen them?  Do they somehow leave an imprint?  Or do they just float away?  Returning back to infinite space?

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.