'Endless Dreams' Poem by Alvin Willis

Would it torture my mind
Of things I know not

If I was dreaming of things
Yet to come

Would it leave me at peace
Like a newborn at sleep

Or would I awake with-
The energy & fight of many

If I dare face my fears
I might well see the tears

Of tired roaming dreams
Taunting my hungry soul

If I was free or condemned
The dreams won’t cease

Of the things I regret dreaming
Coming back like lightening

To awake with no end
And to sleep with no rest

Like a tired fawn being chase
It’s dreaming to a countless end

Of things I know not
Of which dreams are made