Dreams Poem by shannon eason

Dreams



Dreams come and go like love
Why does it bother me so much
On what it is trying to tell me?
On the path that is right for me
But out of the mess that I'm in why
Are dreams important when there is
So much that needs to be learned.
Dreams are so hard to live with even
When you are trying to find out who you
Are and were you belong in this world.

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