My Untold Dream's Poem by Angel Diaz

My dreams have themes,
it like water flowing down streams.
things that I see, things unknown,
untold, that soon will be unfold.
my dreams are sometimes cold,
sometime, I let them be told.
But there never controlled,
they are my gold,
as if it was a fool's gold.
My dreams are stories of the untold,
It true, dreams feels like reality,
hoping they'll become actuality.
but dreams are dreams. If we fear to dream,
where would we be.