Sometimes I think that dreams tell the future
I look to them to find stuff in my mind
Lately my dreams aren’t working
I don’t see anything
Just a dark void, in the direction of which my life seems to be going
So I try to use natural instincts instead of dreams
But they don’t work. They only worsen the situation
People are the harshest critiques
They don’t understand. Though they claim to
They judge my choices by what they see
Not what I feel or say (though words aren’t my best friend right now anyway)
I guess I’m just hoping someone will read this and finally understand that
I just want my dreams back.
And now someone has given them to me.
'dreamer'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think this poem is good. this dreamer of urs must be very special.