Living Through Dreams Poem by Concetta Salter

Whimsical thoughts will not lead to success.
Dreams are just lies that will make me regress.
Though they don’t say this, they speak through their eye’s.
Their eye’s say that dreams are a source full of lies.
It’s easy to sleep, while it’s harder to wake.
Dreams feel so real, while the real world feels fake.
They don’t get the point of this life that I lead.
They don’t understand that I live through my dreams.
Dreams are a haven, my means of escape.
Life without dreams would be to hard to take.
My dreams give me hope and a sense of believe,
That though things are bad, there might one day be peace.
Is it so awful to want to feel hope?
If all dreams would cease, it’d be to hard to cope.
Why can’t you see through my eye’s just this once?
Why do you feel like you’ve some right to judge?
Though I am angry, it hurts me to know,
You think that my logic is some sort of joke.
Fanciful, yes, I’ll admit that I am.
Fanciful now, like I was way back than.
I’m sick of pretending to be what you want.
I’ll live through my dreams if you like it or not.