Why Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

I had a dream
I've dreamed once or twice
and when I did the dreams were beautiful
and full of love
and while I was in the dream
it felt really nice
but that was then
and this is now
and dreams were broken
Some of it I understand
and some, I struggle to see how
and now I don't know for what I pray
sadness has washed almost all of me away
If I was a bird I'd fly away
and flap my wings all the day
rising higher in the sky
and if I fly hard enough
my heart might gladly burst
and then I'll fall to earth and die
perhaps all that's left for me to do
is fly
rather than live a life so empty
and never knowing why