The Power of Dreams

The power of dreams is a fascinating thing,
One can never predict what it can bring.
To decipher one is hardly met
And to realize, harder, that I can bet.

We fly, we fall,
And build castles so tall.
From emperors to beggars, we've seen them all
But deciding what one wants to be was never our call.
Tides-a-bringing, parts-a-linging,
What have we not seen while we were dreaming?
An intoxication so strong one never has felt.
Than a dream in motion that can never be dealt.
Why do we dream, a dream so real,
That makes all the surroundings so surreal?
Is a question for which no answer can be found,
That has left all the educated - unlearned and unsound.
The power and beauty of a dream is not
Those fantasies and nightmares that one is brought.
But it lies in this and this alone,
That gives the feeling that we have borne
So many experiences that was never felt before
A beauty, in itself has come to the fore.

The power of dreams is a fascinating thing.
But dont dwell too much on the mysteries it can bring.
For answers cease to exist
For those questions that never really exist.