My dreams...

my dreams are sometimes just that

I have dreams...
They are beyond this seat in this tiny cafe,
looking through this same window.
They are beyond these same people, everyday,
telling me of their own repetitive problems...
My dreams are beyond this city,
beyond its crazy traffic and ignorant a*s holes.

My dreams are real. My dreams lift me up,
and take me away from these places.
I can be whoever I want to be, and do whatever I need to do to be that person that I am.

Don't take my dreams away...

Author's Note

my dreams at times are all i have