Why I Dream

Why do I dream with a world so expansive? Quite a simple answer, really.

I dream to escape,

From this life I despise

Where I can craft a world,

Where I don't have to cry

In my dreams I can:

Create winding, blissful forests

Where I may wander and never leave,

And hide away in the silence

I can forge monuments,

Out of candy or stone,

Go to worlds beyond imagination,

Where I am who I wish to be

I can fall in love,

With whoever I want to love,

To be open without fear,

That they'd close me out and run

I can speak freely,

And not be thought a fool.

I can be accepted for who I am,

But only when I dream

My dreams let me live,

A life the outside denies.

My dreams let in the world

Where my mind may soar and fly.