Sonnet Ii Poem by Gabe Florsheim

Where do my dreams go when I am awake?
Do they ever dream their own adventures?
Or do they follow in their dreamers wake
And sleep off all of life's daily pressures.
Do they hide away among us and act like us?
Or are they just a figment of the mind?
Are they real? What makes a dream real enough
For us to say that of them we are blind.
To the dreams, Do they spend their days as night?
And where do they escape to when I die?